Trap Do

Walkin' 'round on my in my Duffy Pull up on a nigga on a motherfucking Huffy Ha, ayy, keep that Bow-bow-bow, bow-bow-bow We could talk numbers, what yo trap do? Ps go for six, zips go for two Uh, we could be some sinners and just trap you 30 hang Luol Deng on that MAC too Ooh, I was tryna keep it cordial with 'em He from the other side, he flaggin' to them other niggas He chargin' three for a P, tryna bubble with 'em Small force show a shooter how to play sinner I guess he thought he was gon' eat something, fold up his dinner Smoke getting to his lungs don't want no cancer with him And I'm condemning all that hoe shit 'cause I'm a nigga Our people finna ride a wave, bouncin' off the dribble That ain't fifty out that Glizzy that's a whole hunnid My lil round, poppin' rounds, he do no clutchin' He got bodies in his belt, strikes to show for it We gon' keep this shit straight like I'm goin' forward My niggas don't do no snitchin' or no awards Pistol grippin', he a felon, showin' no remorse I had to shoot that bitch with anger and brute force A nigga said Lil Nine snitchin', whose the source? Trey, Trey, Scottie Pimpin when I do tour I matured, I remember I was immature Rich nigga, I remember I was fuckin' poor We could talk numbers, what yo trap do? (What it do) Ps go for six, zips go for two Uh, we could be some sinners and just trap you (Come here) 30 hang Luol Deng on that MAC too Ooh, I was tryna keep it cordial with 'em He from the other side, he flaggin' to them other niggas He chargin' three for a P, tryna bubble with 'em (Come here) Small force show a shooter how to play sinner I guess he thought he was gon' eat something, fold up his dinner Smoke getting to his lungs don't want no cancer with him And I'm condemning all that hoe shit 'cause I'm a nigga Our people finna ride a wave, bouncin' off the dribble I'ma show you what that trap do (Trap do) Finesse a nigga, hit 'em with that rabbit food (Rabbit food) I run the M's up and they ain't have a clue (They ain't have a clue) I told my bitch I fucked her, she want fuck her too (She want fuck her too) My young nigga pull up, let the choppa loose (Blatt) But they ain't even catch 'em, they ain't have the proof (They ain't have the proof) Ain't no playin' with my grandma, she know voodoo (She know voodoo) I'm still walkin' with a stick, the boss might shoot you Ps go for ten and zips go for three I'm the fuckin' C.E.O., so you can talk to me (Speak up nigga) I can take yo check 'cause he ain't got it right (Got it right) Yeah, you got the green but you ain't got the white We could talk numbers, what yo trap do? Ps go for six, zips go for two Uh, we could be some sinners and just trap you 30 hang Luol Deng on that MAC too Ooh, I was tryna keep it cordial with 'em He from the other side, he flaggin' to them other niggas He chargin' three for a P, tryna bubble with 'em Small force show a shooter how to play sinner I guess he thought he was gon' eat something, fold up his dinner Smoke getting to his lungs don't want no cancer with him And I'm condemning all that hoe shit 'cause I'm a nigga Our people finna ride a wave, bouncin' off the dribble