Zeke Pablo - M.M.3

Picc One (Trappin' pt. 3)

Everybody wanna be a trapper
Everybody wanna be a rapper
Everybody wanna be a gangster
Everybody wanna be clapping
Everybody wanna be lit
But don't really know what come with the shit
Can't really rap while you moving the brick
Can't really rap while you hitting the lick
Everybody wanna be a trapper
Everybody wanna be a rapper
Everybody wanna be a gangster
Everybody wanna be clapping
Everybody wanna be lit
But don't really know what come with the shit
Can't really rap while you moving the brick
Can't really rap while you hitting the lick
Everybody wanna be a trapper
Everybody wanna be a rapper
Everybody want the spotlight
Just to fuck these hoes and get that cabbage
Everybody wanna do crimes
Nobody wanna do the time
So they just rat like a little bitch
No wonder they so quick to go and sign
Damn
Shit, and I was really with the cartel
Transporting place to place oh we did it so well
I was out Cali; packs eastbound yea we mailed it to em!
These crackers want this gangsta shit. So fuck it I'ma sell it to em
I lived both sides
Was a good kid then a street nigga
Lived both lives
VA to PA
As a young boy yeah I moved around
Trapped the green we grew the pounds
Trapped the white we snowed the town
Aha!
Everybody wanna be a trapper
Everybody wanna be a rapper
Everybody wanna be a gangster
Everybody wanna be clapping
Everybody wanna be lit
But don't really know what come with the shit
Can't really rap while you moving the brick
Can't really rap while you hitting the lick
Everybody wanna be a trapper
Everybody wanna be a rapper
Everybody wanna be a gangster
Everybody wanna be clapping
Everybody wanna be lit
But don't really know what come with the shit
Can't really rap while you moving the brick
Can't really rap while you hitting the lick
Suburban kids think it's tough if you catch a case nigga
Real niggas know if u get locked u just dumb nigga
You use ya head you don't get caught when you do them crimes
Never got no felonies so you know I got all my guns nigga
Dolo, strapped like a roller coaster
As young boy you play with us
Nigga might just smoke ya
For that Coca no cola soda
We was really in the trap
With the wolves, hyenas and the cobras
They will snake you out
Fuck around and fake you out
Better keep your grass cut
Fore they fuck around and take you out!
No dates been immune to the hate man
Now a nigga got the cake
I legitimize my plate damn!
Everybody wanna be a trapper
Everybody wanna be a rapper
Everybody wanna be a gangster
Everybody wanna be clapping
Everybody wanna be lit
But don't really know what come with the shit
Can't really rap while you moving the brick
Can't really rap while you hitting the lick
Everybody wanna be a trapper
Everybody wanna be a rapper
Everybody wanna be a gangster
Everybody wanna be clapping
Everybody wanna be lit
But don't really know what come with the shit
Can't really rap while you moving the brick
Can't really rap while you hitting the lick

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