Trappin' (Von's Flow)

Stunna, Pussy, Pussy, Yeah, Yeah
Trapping from the start, bitch I started from the bottom
Niggas really testing, on gang we going rock em
Thirty with the glizzy and the beam with the scope
Pull up drive by, see an opp, then pray for hope
Bitch I'm in a maybach, foreign in a all black coupe

Bitch I'm out here touring kills these niggas with my troop
And I'm really with the shits, don't test me on the low
I got murder on my mind, I'm like melly with the dough
I'm a king, the way these niggas really fear me in the streets
I'm out here riding beats, ain't nobody want the fuckin heat
We running back, hit a lick, bitch I'm talking bout that smoke
Fuck you talking bout, leave these niggas hanging out the door

Pistol whipped a fuck nigga, I heard he was dissing
Talking on my name, now I heard that nigga missing
Riding with my shooters, that's on slatt we be ganging
Fuck you, pay me, all these bodies I be banging
Real street nigga, running shit, who be talking
Claiming you the king, gun him down, now he walking
I'm a be the best, bitch you really watching greatness
If you gotta problem, with my gang you leave brainless
Forty on my hip, bitch I'm savage on these niggas
Fn with the beam, gun him down, now he religious
Fucking on my main, cause my shortie really a demon
Niggas gotta problem caught a body, leave him bleeding

Bitch I'm in a Maybach, foreign in a all black coupe
Bitch I'm out here touring kills these niggas with my troop
And i'm really with the shits, don't test me on the low
I got murder on my mind, I'm like melly with the dough
I'm a king, the way these niggas really fear me in the streets
I'm out here riding beats, ain't nobody wants the fuckin' heat
We running back, hit a lick, bitch I'm talking bout that smoke
Fuck you talking bout, leave these niggas hanging out the door



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Writer(s): Trey Lewis
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