Trappin On Forgis* lyrics

[Chorus: Lex]
Whippin' and I'm trappin' on some Forgis
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Broke ass b*tches can't afford this
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
n*gga call phones when i slide through
I've been that boy since high school
I keep carats they tryna ride with us
But these hoes can't keep ride with us
Young Lex trappin' out the bando
Young Lex shooters got ammo
Young Lex been bout the curb
Young Lex got that work

[Verse 1: Lex ]
Keep some bands on me, shawty do your dance on me
Your body ecstasy, lean up next to me

[Chorus: Lex]
Whippin' and I'm trappin' on some Forgis
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Broke ass b*tches can't afford this
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Bridge: Trae tha Truth]
Runnin' through a sack like voodoo
f*ckin' up a check get more dough
I was in the whip movin solo
Chain hittin low like a low blow
Mixtape getting copped no robo
Work getting chopped no four door
f*ck these n*ggas I don't f*ck with them
Let my money give it to 'em no homo
[Verse 2: Trae tha Truth]
I was fresh out Texas copped and drop a slick
Yeah these forgis sick I copped a Dr. King
In the streets my queen I chose to lock her
Blueprint it, just like Hov, I chose to Roc her
Money got me stockin, name is poppin'
Coupe today, the whip it ain't for toppin'
Everything'll go it ain't for stoppin'
They say it's my time like I was clockin'
Should've got your money up instead of talkin'
Counting up my pockets while you n*ggas walkin'
Diamonds on me killin' n*ggas, get a coffin'
Playing with the water like a set of dolphins
I don't need a hater if it wouldn't off him
Get me more, I hear the flicks
I'm only nicks, like who was next
To sit, you disrespect take off like jets
And end up X'd forreal

[Chorus: Lex]
Whippin' and I'm trappin' on some Forgis
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Broke ass b*tches can't afford this
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 3: T.I. & Lex]
Big stacks of the [?]
[?] b*tch eating a ten piece
And n*gga, I don't give a damn about your [?] f*ck around [?]
Poppin trunks [?] me and Trae, ho
[?]
I tell my n*gga London Jae, [?] fade away
[?] San Diego
[?] curbe with it
40 pointers in the [?]
[?] a n*gga [?]
[?] b*tches from here to Marti Grah
[?] Bentley with your friend
Cash out on the [?] with the [?]
Pull up in an Astin [?]
Mac 10
Headshot, take a n*gga off like [?]
[?] automobiels, swerving like [?]
[?] all of these hoes, serving all of these lames
[?] ratchet as f*ck
Still we stacking it up
Put that on the chopper, my cousin keep in the back of the truck
Me, Tokeo and [?]
[?]
[?] snake
Laugh at you, know that you fake
[?]
[?] f*ck it, let's see what the lord will say
[Chorus: Lex]
Whippin' and I'm trappin' on some Forgis
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Broke ass b*tches can't afford this
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
n*gga call phones when i slide through
I've been that boy since high school
I keep carats they tryna ride with us
But these hoes can't keep ride with us
Young Lex trappin' out the bando
Young Lex shooters got ammo
Young Lex been bout the curb
Young Lex got that work