Young n*ggas Trappin’ lyrics

[Chorus: JuiceDaSavage]
Young n*gga trappin
Young n*gga trappin
Young n*gga trappin out the f*cking hallways
Gotta toat dracs, Glocks, sticks all day
Me and Tadoe make a hundred, f*ck a play
Served a hundred J's, and I'm out the trap house
Young n*gga trappin out the f*cking halways
Young n*gga trappin out the f*cking hallways
Young n*gga trappin
Young n*gga trappin

[Verse 1: Tadoe]
Young n*gga trappin
[?] n*gga smoke is [?] sh*t
Yeah that bullsh*t
OG cookies, n*gga and a backwood
Hit the block, [?]
n*gga [?] we gon smoke his ass
Like a swisher n*gga, [?]
[?]
[?]
Don't try to cop an AMG, [?]
You know how I'm coming
You know how I want it
I'm in the trap in the hallways counting [?]
It's Glo Gang summer
I think it's squad summer
n*ggas steady hate on us, cause we doing numbers
A hundred fifty thou
In them blue bucks
I'm in a blue [?]
[?]
[?] spent a couple thou
[?] this is not no [?]
You a f*cking [?] you a f*cking cookie
If you was posted on the block, I'll take your cookies
n*gga that's what it is
[?]
Run up in the trap, tell a n*gga give it up
[?]
[?]
[Verse 2: JuiceDaSavage]
[?] with the motherf*cking [?]
I ain't miss a n*gga, Imma hit him in his sh*t
[?] talking sh*t
[?] f*cked your main b*tch
Passed to Tadoe, f*cked the gang b*tch
Know how we coming
Know how we bumming
Big [?] big [?] know how we rocking
Big [?] b*tch, [?] sh*t
Hundreds all on us, undreds [?]
Riding in the summer
Riding on them hummers
Riding in a jeap, [?]
Know we doing numbers
Knowing that we touring
Knowing that we [?]
Kowing that we rocking
Knowing [?] rocking
And we keep Glocks, so this n*gga [?]
Shoot him in his neck, now shoot him in his face
We don't give a f*ck, n*gga get erased

[Chorus: JuiceDaSavage]
Young n*gga trappin
Young n*gga trappin
Young n*gga trappin out the f*cking hallways
Gotta toat dracs, Glocks, sticks all day
Me and Tadoe make a hundred, f*ck a play
Served a hundred J's, and I'm out the trap house
Young n*gga trappin out the f*cking halways
Young n*gga trappin out the f*cking hallways
Young n*gga trappin
Young n*gga trappin
[Verse 3: Lil AJ]
If we talking racks, ten in my pocket right now
30 on my hip, rest in peace Big Glo
I'm that n*gga in my section, yeah I get it poppin
Everytime I cop a new whip, b*tches panties droppin
I had a 650, and I had a trap [?]
We talking Coupe sh*t, rest in peace [?]
When the Glock speak, yeah [?]
Aired his ass out [?] he was an easy target
We all in [?] money, yeah we gloed up
Everytime I [?] you know we pouring 4's up
We keep it lit, from the Bay to L.A
Big uzi in the stash, back seat is the K
We keep it lit, for that n*gga [?]
[?] 40 on my hip I keep it on me
When it get to boppin, n*ggas better pick sides
[?] Mr. Nice Guy

[Verse 4: Philthy Rich]
Eh Mr. Nice Guy
n*gga the Wraith doors suicide
Slide down my block, that's suicide
n*gga won't make it through the night
I'm in [?] with [?]
Off the syrup, f*cking caught a body
Sem City Ice City
The K hold a hundred fifty
The IA cost a hundred fifty
All this ice cost a hundred fifty
Rest in peace to Big Glo
Eh rest in peace to Capo
Rest in peace to [?]
Got your main b*tch choosing
I'm freestyling in the booth b*tch
I heard them n*ggas got loose lips
[Chorus: JuiceDaSavage]
Young n*gga trappin
Young n*gga trappin
Young n*gga trappin out the f*cking hallways
Gotta toat dracs, Glocks, sticks all day
Me and Tadoe make a hundred, f*ck a play
Served a hundred J's, and I'm out the trap house
Young n*gga trappin out the f*cking halways
Young n*gga trappin out the f*cking hallways
Young n*gga trappin
Young n*gga trappin