UFC TRAP lyrics

[Intro]
Zaytoven

[Verse 1: RXKNephew]
All that back buyin' sh*t
Keep it to yourself
Drug dealin', dealin' with cars b*tch that [?]
Auntie like "Nephew cook this up with your god self?"
Mhm, auntie sit your ass down with your proud self
Got suspended, hit the kitchen then I got there Neph’ done did it
b*tch keep talkin' 'bout she with it
Taxes came I'm made to spend it
Dirty n*gga from the trenches
Harlem Glocks that come with switches
Bum ass b*tch she burnin' bridges
I put Henny on my liver
He’ll bring the bag, back to the game, he dead rich
Said he was rich, that Glock hit a n*gga, now he dead rich
Every time I talk that sh*t all my J's be like "Preach"
I could take a 150 b*tches right now out the east
A homie in the comments, doing all that pus*y hating sh*t
Every time I'm in that Audi, I be tryna race a b*tch
I know they hate the kid, hating how a n*gga doin' his thing
You can be all in them comments n*gga nobody know your name

[Chorus: RXK NEPHEW]
This ain't prop money, n*gga, this is straight drop money
Not yo momma house in [?] n*gga, that is not money
Point the Glock 4, make a b*tch boy drop money
Told my momma when I send you money, it be blood money
I was cold outside, they ain't had no love for me
Before I ever hold out my hand, I rather go get blood money
I know my daughters know what daddy do, he spendin' drug money
She talkin' 'bout she love me, made her help me rob the plug for me
[Verse 2: RXK NEPHEW]
Huh
All my crack babies
Preach
I cannot forget the sh*t that auntie did for me
I trust auntie with my baby, she watch the kids for me
I told her when this rap work, she can live with me
Pull up different kind of dope
Same n*gga you get money with
[?] cutthroat
Drop that 4 0 like a motherf*ckin' [?]
I ain't passin my dope
b*tch I got a passion for the dough
Saw you through the door
Preach
n*gga
That's what imma tell you
Every time I walked in they like, 'fore you came I smelled you
They like you can't leave us, if you get locked we gon' bail you
sh*t I did, might get indicted, n*gga if I tell you
I trust aunt so much she watch the trap when I'm gone
I trust my b*tch, she be hittin' licks [?] my phone
She got a cold, she know Big Neph f*ckin' with them hoes
And every time I pull up I'm comin' with the low
Yea
n*gga, yea
Yea, yea, yea
Mhm
[Verse 3: RX Papi]
On God
I got quater brick money
A half a slab of grid[?] on me
50 and a dirty stick on me
A b*tch ain't takin' sh*t from me
Take care of her auntie and her friends
She want me to buy her a new syringe[?]
She in the trap like she movin' in
She not gonna do 'em like "It's you again"
Yea, he got a Glock with a switch
But he ain't never do a hit
I swear these n*ggas act like hoes
He got a pus*y like his b*tch
It's blue tips comin' out the drac'
I'm gettin off I'm not gon' miss
I jump out the condo I'm chasin 'em down
Stand over a n*gga while he on the ground
Dirty say I gotta take my meds
Skoo[?] say I'm crazy in the head
Cuz tell me I'm a f*ckin bug
Get to that bowlin' f*ck it up
This Dawg sh*t Records is my sh*t
That's yo hoe but she on my di*k
Hollow point go through your eyelids
b*tch tryna find out where I live
I beat that work like it's my [?]
(If) I catch life they knew what I did
I was never signin' with you suckers
Imma shiesty motherf*cker
Finesse them crackers out that paint
Like what the f*ck you n*ggas sayin
b*tch I ain't the one you finna play with
I up that chop and hit the [?] with it
He rap 'bout the trap but he never there
You not from there, don't go over there
Why the f*ck is you even over there
Glock blow yo' dumbass way over there
Momma say I should tuck my chain
My momma really f*ckin' insane
My momma say don't flash my money
I laugh my ass off, damn she funny
I'm Mr. Papi don't stop it
A certified dope [?]
These n*ggas wanna be O'Blockers
He was tough so we put that pole on 'em
That was his mans until he told on 'em
I load the van and hit the road on 'em
Neph my dawg you know I blow for him
I shoot off rip a b*tch get no warning
I got residue in my nuts
Auntie what the f*ck is you doin' b*tch put the f*cking scale on the table
b*tch why you trippin' in here what the f*ck is you doin hoe
I left it where I left so why the f*ck would you go move it hoe
She like Papi who you talkin' to
n*gga I been smokin' since 92'
I love auntie she just a bug
She like "Yea n*gga don't make me f*ck you up"
Auntie I ain't gon' lie, b*tch you put your hands on me imma knock you the f*ck out
Go get a [?] from the store
Just cooked 2 deuces of the raw
I introduced you to my dawg[?]
Ain't had no girl to problem solve
Ay bro, forreal, you think she gon' know that's heroin instead of cocaine?
Ion give a f*ck if she do
b*tch might OD out of them blues
Servin yella I was out of the blue
Fresh as f*ck I'm jumpin' out of the coupe
They like Papi you gotta chill with that sh*t
Phone always ringin' how you deal with that sh*t
Cuz go get my pills real quick