I Was Trappin — текст песни

I was trapping at the Harbour Glen

I be drippin', I be splashin' when I start the Benz

If you don’t die when we slide, you get shot again

And I been trappin' all night, I’m finna call it in

In the hood sellin' P’s, trappin' with a TEC

Pacific Ocean, I got water splashin' on my neck

Free Ralo, bitch, I’m countin' racks on a jet

And my little shooter, he gon' scoot and come make a mess

In a Bentley, and im slidin wit a 50 on me

He think it good, nah fuck that we spinnin on em

You wanna be in TSF boy hit sumn

Shoot the choppa one hand til my wrist numb

Walk up in saks fifth and spend like 10

You run in my trap get shot in yo chin

I got drank all in my body, got Balenci on my skin

I just splashed up in a Mazi, and im clutchin my FN

Seen em out at the store, almost shot em but he ran

Shoot his partner in the throat, versace drippin off my toes

Know how im bummin in the winter, keep a Glock in my coat

And im serving everybody, trappin hard from coast to coast

Niggas playin with the sauce, send dem youngins at your door

I was trapping at the Harbour Glen

I be drippin', I be splashin' when I start the Benz

If you don’t die when we slide, you get shot again

And I been trappin' all night, I’m finna call it in

In the hood sellin' P’s, trappin' with a TEC

Pacific Ocean, I got water splashin' on my neck

Free Ralo, bitch, I’m countin' racks on a jet

And my little shooter, he gon' scoot and come make a mess

(Maxo, Maxo, look)

Forum from 10−1-10, dirty Glocks and F&N's

Baby Draco in a benz, hit yo block and spin again

Monkey nuts up on the stick, double D’s my chops got tits

Peso Peso go pendejo, Maxo C the flyest crip

Choppa clip hold .223's, neck and wrist wit em VVV’s

Catch me swervin, black suburban, burn yo block like STD’s

Trigger Maxo fuckin C, the flyest crip you ever see’s

Head honcho, boss lieutenant, im the one that oversees

I be walkin with the stick, like a blind man that can’t see

Shaquille Oneal I shoot a brick, take a knee like Kapernick

Nigga dont fuck around wit my clique

Nigga dont fuck around wit my gang

Hunnid round drum straight hallow tips

Fuck around aim the shit at your brain

Motha Fucka!

I was trapping at the Harbour Glen

I be drippin', I be splashin' when I start the Benz

If you don’t die when we slide, you get shot again

And I been trappin' all night, I’m finna call it in

In the hood sellin' P’s, trappin' with a TEC

Pacific Ocean, I got water splashin' on my neck

Free Ralo, bitch, I’m countin' racks on a jet

And my little shooter, he gon' scoot and come make a mess