Trappin’ like a Fool Fat Trel

[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