Trap Hard

Trap hard don't give a fuck
When I hear money speed it up
Back streets where it's goin up
Running from the laws get dust

Always been cold on a bitch
Never change up for my click
Cause that'll be some hoe ass shit
Word on the street he got hit

Pull up to the club then I backend
This ain't rap money this trapping
White bitch look like ah napkin
Ima have to beat ha lil back end

Fuck her so good she bring cash in
Balling hard no flexing
Pull up to the city better check in
Big led all in your intestines

Speak for the streets ima reverend
Got a lil bitch on the west end
Got mad fucked then I her best friend
Ass so fat I went bare skin

Put it In her stomach knock out tha wind
Ima dog Nigga no juice and gin
Pull up to ya crib with tha whole team
Let ah nigga try he gone see tha whole team

Bet he see tha red beam
Wanna see his head bleed
Ona block where you find me
Block get to hot not tryna leave

Till I see a 100 feens, That's when my phone
Where you at I need a twenty piece
Where you at I'm on da scene
Big glock stuffed in my jeans

Run ah nigga down like a track meet
Got a big drum in tha backseat
And I bet tha laws wanna track me
Work to me, shit ain't free, ship a key

Keep ah nigga ona lurk when I creep
Fuck a nigga bitch she was cheap
She like when a nigga keep it street
All she wanna do is smoke weed

She don't even care about her weave
Suck a nigga dick with no teeth
Laid back smoking Russian cream
Tell that Lil hoe she gotta leave

Trap hard don't give a fuck
When I hear money speed it up
Back streets where it's goin up
Running from the laws get dust

Always been cold on a bitch
Never change up for my click
Cause that'll be some hoe ass shit
Word on the street he got hit