Trap4a100 (feat. Polo Joe & DreWood)

Aye for the free yeah
For a 100

You know Im the type to keep it in the streets nigga
They don't wan't beef they be vegan
When my brody left he took a piece of me
I'll give it all just to see him
I just wanna ball don't wanna pretend
You know I can get you bodied for the free yeah
Have you ever trapped for a 100
Tried to stack for a 100
Im gone break her for the trap
And I'll be back in the morning

You gotta show me something nigga stick yo chest out
Cause them bullets flying high tearing flesh out
I come from where the real niggas they don't make it out
And never tuck that bitch unless you in mama house
Or never trust a bitch or a fucking mouse
This shit can get greazy I'm trying not to slip out
Just know that big shit getting kicked out
About baby bezz bitch watch yo mouth
See I be all in his grill like I'm from the south
PTSD got me hating gun sounds
But at the same time got me loading bigger rounds
Cause I be damned you turn my mama smile to a frown
All of the hands of a fucking clown
You either getting down or you laying down
That shit be fucking with my mental Higgz not around
But you knowing ima keep that shit lit

You know Im the type to keep it in the streets nigga
They don't wan't beef they be vegan
When my brody left he took a piece of me
I'll give it all just to see him
I just wanna ball don't wanna pretend
You know I can get you bodied for the free yeah
Have you ever trapped for a 100
Tried to stack for a 100
Im gone break her for the trap
And I'll be back in the morning

Lost my niggas to this war it's been a lot of bloodshed
Remember playing 64 and sleeping on the bunkbed
Lost Jiggy lost Higgz and I just lost Edge
Forever tripping on them niggas until I'm on my deathbed
Hard rugged and dangerous yea I got no sense
Push up on a nigga wipe his nose and take blick
Get you bodied for the free nah it won't cost shit
Got some niggas down cause they stayed silent said zip
Suburban lifestyle ball out take trips
Chances made this champion I had to take risks
Don't know the car sliding down the block we flame whip
Then knock the witness off so the case cant stick
My dog left I hate to see him go
All he wanted was a bag young nigga in his glow
I got what you want what you need for the low
And if you thinking you gone try me
Then it's time to up the score
Bow

You know Im the type to keep it in the streets nigga
They don't wan't beef they be vegan
When my brody left he took a piece of me
I'll give it all just to see him
I just wanna ball don't wanna pretend
You know I can get you bodied for the free yeah
Have you ever trapped for a 100
Tried to stack for a 100
Im gone break her for the trap
And I'll be back in the morning



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Writer(s): Tommy Thompson
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