Trappin' All Day

[Hook: Meek Mill] Man I've been trapping all day Man I don't even sleep I been posted on the block ain't make it home in a week I don't even chang my clothes, wash my face, or brush my teeth To keep that Gucci on my back and that Prada on my feet I trap trap 365 24/7 hater I be on my grind You know I'm 'bout my paper no lie They say they need that work we get it to them no time [Verse 1: Meek Mill] I'm 'bout mine drought time trying to stash cake Cause niggas Dave Chappele with work they selling half baked Drop it in the pot you lose mad weight A nigga sell me that we set his ass straight I'm like goons out lurking Show up to his crib in the a.m. and get murdered Word up get these niggas something they ain't heard of Cause I'm well respected well connected like a server The nerve of fucking lames thinking its a fucking game We [?] up in rain No rims on it fuck 'em plain Fuck 'em good fuck 'em hard Hating niggas fuck 'em all Half them niggas fuck with law they cross that line get fucking knocked But I don't get mad I just get paper See me fresh in DTS laughing like hi hater I tap on the gas and its bye hater We get them squares in a little package like Now & Laters [Hook] [Verse 2: Gillie Da Kid] You see whatever you need you could get it here My niggas always got it they getting it off the pier You want to last long in this game well listen here You keep your mouth close make sure that work it disappears I can get you murked with a whisper in the ear Getting it cracking over here They getting work but ain't no action over there These rappers is actions I swear I moved so much shit I should win trapper of the year See I'm posted on that block watching over bread I got forty on my hip and get one up in the head Let a nigga run up and he dead I promise that Live by that G cod and I'mma always honor that Where the fuck did these niggas find you at Your money too short your mula too light Your paper too thin hommie you ain't got to win This Gillie and Meek two nigga from the streets Stay fly that's why your bitches leave with me [Hook] [Verse 3: Meek Mill] Now get with me [?] or big glizzy Brick of raw looking like an Xbox 360 Riding dirty through the hood like a Banshee 350 Bout to take it to the trap and tell my man get busy Got them hands like Bibby ya the whip game proper I was fucking with that hard 'til the wrist game got up Then my bitch game got up Every whore that I adore they was checking for the boy But I was checking for the raw Either posted on the block right in the cut next to the store With dimes of vanilla had the fiends like it was Thriller Ya I mean I would kill them on the 1st Came out early in the morning trying to make the birds chirp [Hook]