Trappin’ Ain’t Dead Taleban Dooda (Ft. 42 Dugg)

[Intro: Taleban Dooda]
A4Tre, they the squad
4 shit, no ho shit, yeah
(Helluva, baby)
Yeah

[Chorus: Taleban Dooda]
Trappin' ain't dead, you lookin' scamped out (You lookin' scamped out)
Bitch, you ain't ever seen a drum, bring them grams out (Bring them grams out)
My lil' brother had that jam, we had to bail him out (We had to bail him out)
Wrecker was cleaner than a bitch, but he a felon now (He a felon now)
Bitch, we run the city, this is our town (This is our town)
I can't even trust a bitch, can't let my guard down (Guard down)
That boy finally got a stick, he actin' hard now (He actin' hard now)
Big bro be watchin' for the feds, he sellin' hard now (He sellin' hard now)

[Verse 1: Taleban Dooda]
And that's a flagrant, it's tragic, but he fouled out (Fouled out)
Lil' Guap smacked him with a stick until he passed out (Yeah, passed out)
Now they was funny, tables turned, we get to laughin' now (We get to laughin' now)
My mama proud, her baby turned into a cash cow (Ayy, I'm I'm a cash cow)
Forever throw your fours to the sky (Yeah)
I, forever throw them fours 'til I die ('Til I die)
Now we can't time, I'm runnin' with my pride (My pride)
And we used to fist fight before we stuntin' iron (Stuntin' iron)
I'm sorry, but I can't tote no Glock, unless a .30 on it (A .30 on it)
Your baby daddy said "Lemme rock, just get rid of homie" (Just get rid of homie)
Four pockets full, on the regular I keep fifty on me (I keep fifty on me)
And none of this shit light, real gold, diamonds heavy on me (Yeah, yeah)