Trap School
Whew!
Yeah, double up, run it up, told my plug to run it back
You got hella choppas in your trap but where your money at
I got hella traffic in this bitch, I'm where the money at
She done brought her friends in this bitch, I tell em throw it back
Yeah, come to my class, teach you how to trap
When you movin' bags, you can't take no naps
Put it on the scale, then you grab a bag
When you gettin' money, niggas gon' be mad (niggas mad bitch)
I done made a killin' off them Glad bags
Nigga was just turned up to the ceiling, now he toe-tag
I'm the type to get it on my own, I was a poor man
I be peekin' through my windows where the postman?
Out here with a whole qp in my coat, damn!
I was makin' all my plays at the store
Now I'm trappin' out of mansions, I was layin' on the floor
Yeah, I got it, niggas thought it was a drought
I got niggas takin' trips, look what I started in the South
I got bitches suckin' dick look what she started with her mouth
I'm overseas, but I got fiens at my door
Got me feelin' like I'm Jeezy, I been trappin' in the snow
Yeah, I'm the type to send them bags to your door
Auntie took a trip to Texas, I sent them bags on the road
Momma used to whip the Lexus, see the map when she drove
She say, you do too much flexin', I can't cap to no hoe
She thought I went to college, I'm at the trap with them boa's
Threw VVS's on my teeth, I got it off the lows
You can pull up to the spot and you ain't gotta wear no clothes
You can pull up to the trap, you know my spot don't ever close
Yeah, double up, run it up, told my plug to run it back
You got hella choppas in your trap but where your money at
I got hella traffic in this bitch, I'm where the money at
She done brought her friends in this bitch, I tell em throw it back
Yeah, come to my class, teach you how to trap
When you movin' bags, you can't take no naps
Put it on the scale, then you grab a bag
When you gettin' money, niggas gon' be mad (niggas mad bitch)
I done made a killin' off them Glad bags
Nigga was just turned up to the ceiling, now he toe-tag
I'm the type to get it on my own, I was a poor man
I be peekin' through my windows where the postman?
Out here with a whole qp in my coat, damn!
I was makin' all my plays at the store
Now I'm trappin' out of mansions, I was layin' on the floor
Yeah, I got it, niggas thought it was a drought
I got niggas takin' trips, look what I started in the South
I got bitches suckin' dick look what she started with her mouth
I'm overseas, but I got fiens at my door
Got me feelin' like I'm Jeezy, I been trappin' in the snow
Yeah, I'm the type to send them bags to your door
Auntie took a trip to Texas, I sent them bags on the road
Momma used to whip the Lexus, see the map when she drove
She say, you do too much flexin', I can't cap to no hoe
She thought I went to college, I'm at the trap with them boa's
Threw VVS's on my teeth, I got it off the lows
You can pull up to the spot and you ain't gotta wear no clothes
You can pull up to the trap, you know my spot don't ever close
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Writer(s): Lamar Scott
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