Trap Jumpin'
Yeah
You know what it is
Trap jumpin
The trap been jumpin
Don't make no sense
Bitch bad body dumb
But ain't got no sense
Hit the dash in the whip
When making road trips
But if it ain't about about a dollar
Don't make no sense
The trap been jumpin
Don't make no sense
Bitch bad body dumb
But ain't got no sense
Hit the dash in the whip
When making road trips
But if it ain't about about a dollar
Don't make no sense
Roaches still scatter
Where my gold tick
I got money on my mind my nigga
No shit
The plug just hit me
Let's make more trips
The more you cop
The less you spend
Man that make more sense
Juggin' and finessin'
Prayin' all my niggas score
I been trappin' in the section
Where they try to block your goals
Lil shawty snatchin' souls
When I let her
Go and suck me
Child's play
Overall
Im'a kill it like I'm Chucky
Fuck me on the beach
Ride with money on the seat
Keep that burner on tuck
In case a nigga want beef
She want me
And it's bool
But she gotta
Play it cool
I be really making plays
And girl this game
Ain't got no rules
The trap been jumpin
Don't make no sense
Bitch bad body dumb
But ain't got no sense
Hit the dash in the whip
When making road trips
But if it ain't about about a dollar
Don't make no sense
The trap been jumpin
Don't make no sense
Bitch bad body dumb
But ain't got no sense
Hit the dash in the whip
When making road trips
But if it ain't about about a dollar
Don't make no sense
Cruise top down let it blow
Ice cold we getting low
Put that henny on rocks
And stuff my backwoods
Like a pole
Oh shit
Ain't been this nice
I been hustlin' all my life
Fist fights, jail sentences
I swear I paid the price
I swear to Jesus Christ
Ain't no nigga did it better
Out here gettin' to the gwop
Fetti
Cheese
And mozzarella
Give a fuck about a thot
Sleazy broads is getting' jealous
If it ain't about the gwop
It ain't too much you can tell us
New year same nigga
Switch it up and do the fliska
Puttin' grams in my backwood
I can't do the swisher
Getting to the bread
Take it straight
Fuck a mixer
Stuff them racks off in my safe
And take a Instagram picture
The trap been jumpin
Don't make no sense
Bitch bad body dumb
But ain't got no sense
Hit the dash in the whip
When making road trips
But if it ain't about about a dollar
Don't make no sense
The trap been jumpin
Don't make no sense
Bitch bad body dumb
But ain't got no sense
Hit the dash in the whip
When making road trips
But if it ain't about about a dollar
Don't make no sense
You know what it is
Trap jumpin
The trap been jumpin
Don't make no sense
Bitch bad body dumb
But ain't got no sense
Hit the dash in the whip
When making road trips
But if it ain't about about a dollar
Don't make no sense
The trap been jumpin
Don't make no sense
Bitch bad body dumb
But ain't got no sense
Hit the dash in the whip
When making road trips
But if it ain't about about a dollar
Don't make no sense
Roaches still scatter
Where my gold tick
I got money on my mind my nigga
No shit
The plug just hit me
Let's make more trips
The more you cop
The less you spend
Man that make more sense
Juggin' and finessin'
Prayin' all my niggas score
I been trappin' in the section
Where they try to block your goals
Lil shawty snatchin' souls
When I let her
Go and suck me
Child's play
Overall
Im'a kill it like I'm Chucky
Fuck me on the beach
Ride with money on the seat
Keep that burner on tuck
In case a nigga want beef
She want me
And it's bool
But she gotta
Play it cool
I be really making plays
And girl this game
Ain't got no rules
The trap been jumpin
Don't make no sense
Bitch bad body dumb
But ain't got no sense
Hit the dash in the whip
When making road trips
But if it ain't about about a dollar
Don't make no sense
The trap been jumpin
Don't make no sense
Bitch bad body dumb
But ain't got no sense
Hit the dash in the whip
When making road trips
But if it ain't about about a dollar
Don't make no sense
Cruise top down let it blow
Ice cold we getting low
Put that henny on rocks
And stuff my backwoods
Like a pole
Oh shit
Ain't been this nice
I been hustlin' all my life
Fist fights, jail sentences
I swear I paid the price
I swear to Jesus Christ
Ain't no nigga did it better
Out here gettin' to the gwop
Fetti
Cheese
And mozzarella
Give a fuck about a thot
Sleazy broads is getting' jealous
If it ain't about the gwop
It ain't too much you can tell us
New year same nigga
Switch it up and do the fliska
Puttin' grams in my backwood
I can't do the swisher
Getting to the bread
Take it straight
Fuck a mixer
Stuff them racks off in my safe
And take a Instagram picture
The trap been jumpin
Don't make no sense
Bitch bad body dumb
But ain't got no sense
Hit the dash in the whip
When making road trips
But if it ain't about about a dollar
Don't make no sense
The trap been jumpin
Don't make no sense
Bitch bad body dumb
But ain't got no sense
Hit the dash in the whip
When making road trips
But if it ain't about about a dollar
Don't make no sense
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Writer(s): Matthew Edward Greene
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