Still Trappin' (feat. Jimbo World)
(Aye)
Hit, hit it
(you already know what time it is nigga, orlando shit)
(Real Lifer shit)
Tryna make a point, you could get it
Bitch I'm still trappin' out the honda civic
(Aye, look)
Tryna make a point, hollow tips, you could get it
Real nigga, bitch I'm still trappin' out the honda civic
Pull up on yo block with a mop an some semi's
Outchea in Warlando, ain't never seen Disney
You talkin' like you street, you'll make the headline
Talkin' bout some beef, we gon eat up all the swine
Me an Jimbo in that Jeep bitch don't make me get to slidin'
Free that boy YG, cause he doin' dead time
Shout out to my haters, couple niggas they don't like me
Heard he talkin' crazy, put that nigga on a white tee
She know that I'm the best up, oh I think she like me
Outchea runnin' checks up, you could call it Nike
Niggas gettin' mad, I done upgraded the flex on em'
Bitch we on yo ass, Dj pullin' out that tec on em'
Know that Ima spazz, this a 2020 vette homie
They seen him in the grass
(I thought I told you, Ima stretch on em')
Really been thuggin' since like the juvenile detention
This shit real life, these 'Real Liferz' can get malicious
Real street niggas takin' chances, we on them missions
And bitch I won't fold, I'm prepared for consequences
Only take one shot, my shooter like Trevor Ariza
And rest in peace Lil' Dunk, he get to slidin' wit that nina
You got bags, we get em' cheaper
Earn my stripe just like a zebra
You flexin' with yo people, we gone swipe em' like a visa
Tryna make a point, hollow tips, you could get it
Real nigga, bitch I'm still trappin' out the honda civic
Pull up on yo block wit a mop an some semi's
Outchea in Warlando, ain't never seen Disney
You talkin' like you street, you'll make the headline
Talkin' bout some beef, we gon eat up all the swine
Me an Jimbo in that Jeep bitch don't make me get to slidin'
Free that boy YG, cause he doin' dead time
Niggas talkin' out of line, niggas talkin' out of text
If I really get mad, Ima shoot you with a tec
I ain't really with the back and forth, ain't tryna send a text
You say you gone do what? Fuck nigga that's a bet
Lil' nigga I'm a threat
When I run down you gettin' stretched
I'm about to get off in a nigga chest
I guess these nigga mad cause the way a nigga flex
I guess these niggas mad cause they bitch want sex
Just to make you feel better, all I did was get the neck
I was busy gettin' money goin' hard gettin' a check
But Lil' Weege he a shooter, he'll pop ya in ya neck
I got verified in the streets, fuck a blue check
I'm gone die bout my respect
Nigga handle mine, if it came down to it, nigga Ima slang iron
Don't you worry bout a nigga, cause I'm doin' just fine
This a million dollar phone, I can show you how to grind
Tryna make a point, hollow tips, you could get it
Real nigga, bitch I'm still trappin' out the honda civic
Pull up on yo block with a mop an some semi's
Outchea in Warlando, ain't never seen Disney
You talkin' like you street, you'll make the headline
Talkin' bout some beef, we gon eat up all the swine
Me an Jimbo in that Jeep bitch don't make me get to slidin'
Free that boy YG, cause he doin' dead time
Hit, hit it
(you already know what time it is nigga, orlando shit)
(Real Lifer shit)
Tryna make a point, you could get it
Bitch I'm still trappin' out the honda civic
(Aye, look)
Tryna make a point, hollow tips, you could get it
Real nigga, bitch I'm still trappin' out the honda civic
Pull up on yo block with a mop an some semi's
Outchea in Warlando, ain't never seen Disney
You talkin' like you street, you'll make the headline
Talkin' bout some beef, we gon eat up all the swine
Me an Jimbo in that Jeep bitch don't make me get to slidin'
Free that boy YG, cause he doin' dead time
Shout out to my haters, couple niggas they don't like me
Heard he talkin' crazy, put that nigga on a white tee
She know that I'm the best up, oh I think she like me
Outchea runnin' checks up, you could call it Nike
Niggas gettin' mad, I done upgraded the flex on em'
Bitch we on yo ass, Dj pullin' out that tec on em'
Know that Ima spazz, this a 2020 vette homie
They seen him in the grass
(I thought I told you, Ima stretch on em')
Really been thuggin' since like the juvenile detention
This shit real life, these 'Real Liferz' can get malicious
Real street niggas takin' chances, we on them missions
And bitch I won't fold, I'm prepared for consequences
Only take one shot, my shooter like Trevor Ariza
And rest in peace Lil' Dunk, he get to slidin' wit that nina
You got bags, we get em' cheaper
Earn my stripe just like a zebra
You flexin' with yo people, we gone swipe em' like a visa
Tryna make a point, hollow tips, you could get it
Real nigga, bitch I'm still trappin' out the honda civic
Pull up on yo block wit a mop an some semi's
Outchea in Warlando, ain't never seen Disney
You talkin' like you street, you'll make the headline
Talkin' bout some beef, we gon eat up all the swine
Me an Jimbo in that Jeep bitch don't make me get to slidin'
Free that boy YG, cause he doin' dead time
Niggas talkin' out of line, niggas talkin' out of text
If I really get mad, Ima shoot you with a tec
I ain't really with the back and forth, ain't tryna send a text
You say you gone do what? Fuck nigga that's a bet
Lil' nigga I'm a threat
When I run down you gettin' stretched
I'm about to get off in a nigga chest
I guess these nigga mad cause the way a nigga flex
I guess these niggas mad cause they bitch want sex
Just to make you feel better, all I did was get the neck
I was busy gettin' money goin' hard gettin' a check
But Lil' Weege he a shooter, he'll pop ya in ya neck
I got verified in the streets, fuck a blue check
I'm gone die bout my respect
Nigga handle mine, if it came down to it, nigga Ima slang iron
Don't you worry bout a nigga, cause I'm doin' just fine
This a million dollar phone, I can show you how to grind
Tryna make a point, hollow tips, you could get it
Real nigga, bitch I'm still trappin' out the honda civic
Pull up on yo block with a mop an some semi's
Outchea in Warlando, ain't never seen Disney
You talkin' like you street, you'll make the headline
Talkin' bout some beef, we gon eat up all the swine
Me an Jimbo in that Jeep bitch don't make me get to slidin'
Free that boy YG, cause he doin' dead time
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Writer(s): Jerrick Richardson, Damon Unique Bellesen
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