Trappin

Trappin,,,trappin,yessir, we back in the cut deep in them woods,we hustling out my granny's old house ,business good,we trappin in this motherfucker, trying to get them dead presidents, make a Lil money before the weekend end,things ain't the same the trap game changed,used to coke ,and Crack heads ,nickle and dimes,now it's jigs,and meth,the weed game is the same,I don't understand why did times have to change,we trappin,trappin,back off in the cut,come holla at your boy,I got the good stuff,.

Ain't no more nickel and dimes,ain't nothing less than 3.5,the Crack heads,ain't even the same,they done flipped to the bullshit,this shit done changed,done rearranged,the whole trap game,no it ain't the same ,

Hey T you remember when we was trappin on elmwood lane, shooting dice ,cookin,hoes drunk trying to sang,ya them were the good ol days when trappin was the shit good smoke good coke ,now even the Crack don't smell the same ,they done fucked up the trap game,naw homie trappin ain't the same,I miss them days,trappin ain't the same ,they done fucked up and put fyntenal in the game,naw trappin ain't the same.