Released: March 26, 2017
Songwriter: Lightshow
Producer: CuBeatz Southside Metro Boomin
[Intro]
You know this shit ain't 'bout nothin' to me
Light ! Look, cool, look
[Verse 1]
Trappin' hard trappin' real hard trappin' way hard to the graveyard aye y'all I think the jack-boys at the backdoor get the AR
Got bad bitches on the phone lines, got a hundred million on the radar, still ah drive by spray a nigga block in a rental fast as a race car
Ain't a hater? Why your face odd I been looking at it, its a bit salty, niggas mad cause them hundreds on me and my bitch saucey and her lips glossy
Ridin' round behind dark tint with the brock liq' gettin' kissed softly, I know you lil niggas see her and think she real bad but she real costly
Real bossy I'm real gutter sold a lot of weed and a lil butter, my ex bitch steady still calling
I don't know, told her I still love her I really don't I packed up and I moved on its over, might forget the bitch was ever even if I pour a eight in this soda
Look, a lot of shots one time a make crowd disperse like it's an avalanche, lot of hunnits on me now, blue cheese [?] dab of ranch
Real nigga checkin' in new niggas [?] to fuck me bitch you had the chance, her ass was fat I had to glance
All these bands need hammer pants, he bleedin' call the ambulance, niggas hear my name, insult me down, niggas hear my shit like "damn it jam"
And they'll never say it but I know they play it and they bitches play it too, cause we probably fucked but I never said cause you know how real players do
We probably went to eat I probably blessed her feet, yeah you know a lil pair or two, then right before I dropped her off, I probably hit it in the vehicle
But I ain't just player I could mail cross country like a miracle, on your door step on a Saturday morning while you eatin' a bowl of cereal, nah for real
[Outro]
Young lightshow why you trappin' so hard (why you trappin' so hard)
All them hunnits in your mattress, oh god
Came with 50, pull a nigga whole card (hello hello)
Hands in pockets sorry I don't know y'all (I don't know you niggas)
Young lightshow why you trappin' so hard (why you trappin' so hard)
All them hunnits in your mattress, oh god (oh, oh nah)
Came with 50, pull a nigga whole card (well)
I light 'em all I might run through your whole squad (run through the whole squad)
Savage shit
You know this shit ain't 'bout nothin' to me
Light ! Look, cool, look
[Verse 1]
Trappin' hard trappin' real hard trappin' way hard to the graveyard aye y'all I think the jack-boys at the backdoor get the AR
Got bad bitches on the phone lines, got a hundred million on the radar, still ah drive by spray a nigga block in a rental fast as a race car
Ain't a hater? Why your face odd I been looking at it, its a bit salty, niggas mad cause them hundreds on me and my bitch saucey and her lips glossy
Ridin' round behind dark tint with the brock liq' gettin' kissed softly, I know you lil niggas see her and think she real bad but she real costly
Real bossy I'm real gutter sold a lot of weed and a lil butter, my ex bitch steady still calling
I don't know, told her I still love her I really don't I packed up and I moved on its over, might forget the bitch was ever even if I pour a eight in this soda
Look, a lot of shots one time a make crowd disperse like it's an avalanche, lot of hunnits on me now, blue cheese [?] dab of ranch
Real nigga checkin' in new niggas [?] to fuck me bitch you had the chance, her ass was fat I had to glance
All these bands need hammer pants, he bleedin' call the ambulance, niggas hear my name, insult me down, niggas hear my shit like "damn it jam"
And they'll never say it but I know they play it and they bitches play it too, cause we probably fucked but I never said cause you know how real players do
We probably went to eat I probably blessed her feet, yeah you know a lil pair or two, then right before I dropped her off, I probably hit it in the vehicle
But I ain't just player I could mail cross country like a miracle, on your door step on a Saturday morning while you eatin' a bowl of cereal, nah for real
[Outro]
Young lightshow why you trappin' so hard (why you trappin' so hard)
All them hunnits in your mattress, oh god
Came with 50, pull a nigga whole card (hello hello)
Hands in pockets sorry I don't know y'all (I don't know you niggas)
Young lightshow why you trappin' so hard (why you trappin' so hard)
All them hunnits in your mattress, oh god (oh, oh nah)
Came with 50, pull a nigga whole card (well)
I light 'em all I might run through your whole squad (run through the whole squad)
Savage shit
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