Trappin' like a Fool

[Intro:] Trappin like a fool, me and that fat fool Kept that fuckin tool, didn’t go to school Shawty lookin at me Dope boy, got some blow? Got some rock? Get the fuck out my face! And keep them god damn babies out the street I think he don't like me and the way my clique thuggin I really don't give a shit Bout to bust it out the wrapper, sell it to a trapper I really don't give a shit I was trappin like a bitch [Verse 1:] Well I come from the way where the bitches be hoes, and the mom ain't home and the daddy went away Brother locked up, little brother bought a K Baby girl show her ass crack 'round the way All about the money, make it look like nothing Had the bitches mouth runnin, "He ain't stuntin anyway" Meanwhile, I was in the back where I lay, me and Slutty P blowin loud all day In my own damn lane, fuck yo chain Bitches that will murder for the love of cocaine Let her poke her ass out, then you touch that thang Like, "What's yo name?" Bust yo brain Leave a nigga dead, that's a god damn shame You can ask Deuce how the fuck niggas do Southside niggas love to roll like Juice Deuce Deuce in the 380 and the Nike boots Trappin like a bitch, till ya man start talkin Then your man start hatin, now he actin like a bitch Nigga disrespectin, then ya man don't check 'em Then we reachin for the weapons, and they clappin like a bitch Stackin in a drought, nigga we in DC No work in the city, then we goin down south You see your bitch gone ride with me GPS don't know no routes When they let them go-go's out You should leave immediately and pretend every light you see is green If you see the heat then it's kiss ya sweet dreams Riding in the box, probably got 2 Glocks With ya bitch on my jock, and I spark big green With my seat way back, and my neck on gleam If my wrist go pop, I'mma spark that thing [Hook:] Bust it out the wrapper, sell it to a trapper I really don't give a shit I was trappin like a bitch I was trappin like a bitch I tote a lot of bricks I hit a lot of licks I really don't give a shit [Verse 2:] First the sun rolls up, then the gun rolls up Then the choppas split 'em open, cut 'em like a cold cut Then the moon went down, then the sun came up Ain't no body pick 'em up, so police showed up Knockin on the door, nigga we don't know shit As-Salamu Alaykum, we don't fuck with that pig Scooby got killed, we ain't heard shit since Please go where ever, but get the fuck from 'round here Ecstasy and liquor we don't go around beer Old cups and roll-ups got me slowed up Bitch named Candi will suck ya hole up And you don't know a hood bitch if you don't know her Northeast shit, what the fuck niggas mean All about the stuntin, and I'm killin every scene Bitches wanna fuck cause he eyes all green And his sling be the best, and his walk all mean Talk all crazy, spark all hazey Fool wanna trip, said he rappin but paid me Jack my bitch, we gon' run in his shit Nigga you can get a dick, that's a 30-round clip Fuck with Larry Johnson, but we don't play games No secrets, nigga we don't say names I'm like HOV, listenin to HOV In the H-O-V, nigga we don't switch lanes Black Cobain, is that yo dame? Ain't tryna trick, but I know I got change I could fuck her with my daddy, I could fuck her in the caddy I could make her pull it over and I could fuck her in the rain All I'm tryna say is what the fuck you niggas sayin? Got my money with me, why the fuck you niggas playin? Rollin off the bland, coolin with my man No days off, that's the mother fuckin plan [Hook:] Bust it out the wrapper, sell it to a trapper I really don't give a shit I was trappin like a bitch I was trappin like a bitch I tote a lot of bricks I hit a lot of licks I really don't give a shit