Trap Life
Fast life trap life
Savage shit Milwaukee Bitch
I speak truth up on this beat
Only death up in these streets
Countin cash and stash a money
I wasnt hopping off the porch
I stayed in the trap, I stayed in the trap
But respect to the respect tho
Yall was tryna eat tho
Hit that lick and broke that brick now you gota sit
No money on yo books, damn that nigga booked
Bus ride long as hell cuz u couldnt beat that case
And you couldnt leave yo action so you couldnt run that race
Cant trust yo niggas moma warned you they was fake
They turned out to be some feds, they turned out to be some snakes
Now you got them blues on them shoes on
Got bust down and you still had that tool on ya
Damn
Still had that tool on ya
See the thing about them haters, they gon love you to yo face
Then exploit you to the feds just to
Build a case, or have you buried in a case
Niggas aint really eating they want food up off ya plate
So its time to do the math, subtract and then add
Start counting up them figures start forming up a graph
Risk the whole thang cuz it aint worth half
They say keep ya money clean so I gave my bands a bath
Cheese grits me please opps didnt see it coming
Feds bust down my spot they was all up in my pots
They was lookin for that rock
Boonk gang bitch I just started running
Hopped in that foreign, then I did the dash
I aint never like school so I know I move that pack
First time offender got caught with the blender
They try to lock me up, try to put me in the can
They was trippin wit that sentence yo they tried to body slam
But God was lookin out cuz they revealed the body cam
Ya they revealed the body cam
Damnnn
I was on them papers tho
Dropping every week damn I was on that bracelet hoe
White buffs fuck the opps and fuck them hating hoes
Fuck them hating hoes and fuck them hatin hoes
Best prices in town thats how that shit sell
Keep the plug happy he'll throw in extra scales
Stay down to come up dont smoke what you sell
Dont spend ya re-up dont worry bout a hoe man get ya cheese up
414 Milwaukee yeah we up yeah we up
Its up there and its struck there
Lit
Savage shit Milwaukee Bitch
I speak truth up on this beat
Only death up in these streets
Countin cash and stash a money
I wasnt hopping off the porch
I stayed in the trap, I stayed in the trap
But respect to the respect tho
Yall was tryna eat tho
Hit that lick and broke that brick now you gota sit
No money on yo books, damn that nigga booked
Bus ride long as hell cuz u couldnt beat that case
And you couldnt leave yo action so you couldnt run that race
Cant trust yo niggas moma warned you they was fake
They turned out to be some feds, they turned out to be some snakes
Now you got them blues on them shoes on
Got bust down and you still had that tool on ya
Damn
Still had that tool on ya
See the thing about them haters, they gon love you to yo face
Then exploit you to the feds just to
Build a case, or have you buried in a case
Niggas aint really eating they want food up off ya plate
So its time to do the math, subtract and then add
Start counting up them figures start forming up a graph
Risk the whole thang cuz it aint worth half
They say keep ya money clean so I gave my bands a bath
Cheese grits me please opps didnt see it coming
Feds bust down my spot they was all up in my pots
They was lookin for that rock
Boonk gang bitch I just started running
Hopped in that foreign, then I did the dash
I aint never like school so I know I move that pack
First time offender got caught with the blender
They try to lock me up, try to put me in the can
They was trippin wit that sentence yo they tried to body slam
But God was lookin out cuz they revealed the body cam
Ya they revealed the body cam
Damnnn
I was on them papers tho
Dropping every week damn I was on that bracelet hoe
White buffs fuck the opps and fuck them hating hoes
Fuck them hating hoes and fuck them hatin hoes
Best prices in town thats how that shit sell
Keep the plug happy he'll throw in extra scales
Stay down to come up dont smoke what you sell
Dont spend ya re-up dont worry bout a hoe man get ya cheese up
414 Milwaukee yeah we up yeah we up
Its up there and its struck there
Lit
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Writer(s): Latia Jones
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