Trappin+Workin
I use to post on the block
I use to open up shop
I post up all day
Open early til late
Trappin and Workin for pay
Fuck on that Bitch if she Goin
She ain't mine and ion know him
My niggas Artist they Drawing
Fan yo ass down
They be Blowing
HC the family don't fuck with these niggas
We fuck on these bitches and count up the money
Remember them days when I use to dress bummy
Found me a plug then I ran up a check
Came from them jects with the roaches and rats
Hung on them blocks with them vultures and savages
Now I got carrots no tricks for these rabbits
I peel off that cabbage and pay for my habits
My Shooters they Mavericks
My Bitches are Ratchet
Came from the bottom
Where life wasn't lavish
You see it, you want it, gon grab it
I got it
Porsche Panorama the Sport not the Standard
My niggas got Cannons ain't talking bout Cameras
Bitches they Nasty they come with no manners
We come from the streets
We ain't wearing no sandals
Smoking good tree on the beach out the Bamboo
I use to post on the block
I use to open up shop
I post up all day
Open early til late
Trappin and Workin for pay
Fuck on that Bitch if she Goin
She ain't mine and ion know him
My niggas Artist they Drawing
Fan yo ass down
They be Blowing
I cop by the Pound
Smoke out the Ounce
Roll up a KD of Thunder like Damn
Gripping the Curry no I have no Worries
Up early with birdies like squirrelies
Gripping my nuts Henn in my cup
I don't give a fuck
Gone try your luck
Skeeeeee in the cut and light yo ass up
Cause we play no games and that's str8 the fuck up
I was raised in the Vill nigga that's how it is
Chicago, Illinois Englewood in this bitch!
Moved to Carolina I ain't have to represent
It was all in the cloth it was all in walk
If a nigga disrespect
It was all in the spark
Let the coroner get leave it all in the chalk
Niggas got me fucked up
I'm a muthafuckin BOSS
You eating lunch with the plug
I'm eating Dinner at his House
I use to post on the block
I use to open up shop
I post up all day
Open early til late
Trappin and Workin for pay
Fuck on that Bitch if she Goin
She ain't mine and ion know him
My niggas Artist they Drawing
Fan yo ass down
They be Blowing
I use to open up shop
I post up all day
Open early til late
Trappin and Workin for pay
Fuck on that Bitch if she Goin
She ain't mine and ion know him
My niggas Artist they Drawing
Fan yo ass down
They be Blowing
HC the family don't fuck with these niggas
We fuck on these bitches and count up the money
Remember them days when I use to dress bummy
Found me a plug then I ran up a check
Came from them jects with the roaches and rats
Hung on them blocks with them vultures and savages
Now I got carrots no tricks for these rabbits
I peel off that cabbage and pay for my habits
My Shooters they Mavericks
My Bitches are Ratchet
Came from the bottom
Where life wasn't lavish
You see it, you want it, gon grab it
I got it
Porsche Panorama the Sport not the Standard
My niggas got Cannons ain't talking bout Cameras
Bitches they Nasty they come with no manners
We come from the streets
We ain't wearing no sandals
Smoking good tree on the beach out the Bamboo
I use to post on the block
I use to open up shop
I post up all day
Open early til late
Trappin and Workin for pay
Fuck on that Bitch if she Goin
She ain't mine and ion know him
My niggas Artist they Drawing
Fan yo ass down
They be Blowing
I cop by the Pound
Smoke out the Ounce
Roll up a KD of Thunder like Damn
Gripping the Curry no I have no Worries
Up early with birdies like squirrelies
Gripping my nuts Henn in my cup
I don't give a fuck
Gone try your luck
Skeeeeee in the cut and light yo ass up
Cause we play no games and that's str8 the fuck up
I was raised in the Vill nigga that's how it is
Chicago, Illinois Englewood in this bitch!
Moved to Carolina I ain't have to represent
It was all in the cloth it was all in walk
If a nigga disrespect
It was all in the spark
Let the coroner get leave it all in the chalk
Niggas got me fucked up
I'm a muthafuckin BOSS
You eating lunch with the plug
I'm eating Dinner at his House
I use to post on the block
I use to open up shop
I post up all day
Open early til late
Trappin and Workin for pay
Fuck on that Bitch if she Goin
She ain't mine and ion know him
My niggas Artist they Drawing
Fan yo ass down
They be Blowing
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Writer(s): Antoine Street
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