Trappin’ All Day Meek Mill (Ft. Gillie Da Kid)

[Chorus: 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
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