Whole Lotta Trapping
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Whole Lotta Trapping Lyrics
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ooh, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
It's a whole lotta trappin' goin' on in this house
In at least 30 minutes I done smoked about an ounce
The ho ain't wanna suck then I told that bitch bounce
It's a million bitches around tryna suck me for my clout
Ain't worried 'bout no beef, I got choppers in my couch
Fake ass trappers need to sit they ass down
It's a whole lotta trappin' goin' on in this house
It's a whole lotta trappin' goin' on in this house
When I think it's beef get to pull up shootin' like basketball
Niggas think they drinkin' lean but drinkin' Tylenol
I'm a real nigga, man, don't confuse me with none of y'all
No, I'm not a rapper, boy, I'm a fuckin' trapper, boy
Lookin' like a goofy, yeah, and I'ma have to tax your boy
Diss me, we kidnap your boy
Don't know what'll happen, boy
I don't got no friends, but hundreds, fifties, Jacksons, boy
Keep the ski mask, don't know when I'ma jack a boy
It's a whole lotta trappin' goin' on in this house
In at least 30 minutes I done smoked about an ounce
The ho ain't wanna suck then I told that bitch bounce
It's a million bitches around tryna suck me for my clout
Ain't worried 'bout no beef, I got choppers in my couch
Fake ass trappers need to sit they ass down
It's a whole lotta trappin' goin' on in this house
It's a whole lotta trappin' goin' on in this house
Whole lotta trappin', I just sold a fuckin' bird
'Member sellin' nickel bags, servin' on the curb
Now I got a bag and I'm fuckin' on a nurse
Police pull us over and put the .30 in her purse
Ayy, put that .30 in her purse
Trap house hot, police gettin' on my nerves
'Member havin' bad work, tryna make that shit work
Thotties on my line but I hit 'em with that curve
Bitch, get up out my face if you ain't tryna whip a bird
Trappin' stupid hard to the first, to the first
I get 'em for the low, they like, "Word," I'm like, "Word"
It's a whole lotta trappin' goin' on in this house
In at least 30 minutes I done smoked about an ounce
The ho ain't wanna suck then I told that bitch bounce
It's a million bitches around tryna suck me for my clout
Ain't worried 'bout no beef, I got choppers in my couch
Fake ass trappers need to sit they ass down
It's a whole lotta trappin' goin' on in this house
It's a whole lotta trappin' goin' on in this house
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Lotta trappin' goin' on
Lotta trappin' goin' on, ayy
Lotta trappin' goin' on, ayy
It's a whole lotta trappin' goin' on, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ooh, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
It's a whole lotta trappin' goin' on in this house
In at least 30 minutes I done smoked about an ounce
The ho ain't wanna suck then I told that bitch bounce
It's a million bitches around tryna suck me for my clout
Ain't worried 'bout no beef, I got choppers in my couch
Fake ass trappers need to sit they ass down
It's a whole lotta trappin' goin' on in this house
It's a whole lotta trappin' goin' on in this house
When I think it's beef get to pull up shootin' like basketball
Niggas think they drinkin' lean but drinkin' Tylenol
I'm a real nigga, man, don't confuse me with none of y'all
No, I'm not a rapper, boy, I'm a fuckin' trapper, boy
Lookin' like a goofy, yeah, and I'ma have to tax your boy
Diss me, we kidnap your boy
Don't know what'll happen, boy
I don't got no friends, but hundreds, fifties, Jacksons, boy
Keep the ski mask, don't know when I'ma jack a boy
It's a whole lotta trappin' goin' on in this house
In at least 30 minutes I done smoked about an ounce
The ho ain't wanna suck then I told that bitch bounce
It's a million bitches around tryna suck me for my clout
Ain't worried 'bout no beef, I got choppers in my couch
Fake ass trappers need to sit they ass down
It's a whole lotta trappin' goin' on in this house
It's a whole lotta trappin' goin' on in this house
Whole lotta trappin', I just sold a fuckin' bird
'Member sellin' nickel bags, servin' on the curb
Now I got a bag and I'm fuckin' on a nurse
Police pull us over and put the .30 in her purse
Ayy, put that .30 in her purse
Trap house hot, police gettin' on my nerves
'Member havin' bad work, tryna make that shit work
Thotties on my line but I hit 'em with that curve
Bitch, get up out my face if you ain't tryna whip a bird
Trappin' stupid hard to the first, to the first
I get 'em for the low, they like, "Word," I'm like, "Word"
It's a whole lotta trappin' goin' on in this house
In at least 30 minutes I done smoked about an ounce
The ho ain't wanna suck then I told that bitch bounce
It's a million bitches around tryna suck me for my clout
Ain't worried 'bout no beef, I got choppers in my couch
Fake ass trappers need to sit they ass down
It's a whole lotta trappin' goin' on in this house
It's a whole lotta trappin' goin' on in this house
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Lotta trappin' goin' on
Lotta trappin' goin' on, ayy
Lotta trappin' goin' on, ayy
It's a whole lotta trappin' goin' on, ayy, ayy, ayy
From the album: Plugged In
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