Fat Trel - Trappin Like A Fool lyrics

Trappin like a fool, me and that fat fool Kept that f**in tool, then go to school Shawty lookin at me... "Dope boy... Got some blow? Got some rock?" "GET THE fu*k 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 sh** Bout to bust it out the wrapper, sell it to a trapper, I really don't give a sh** I was trappin like a b**h [Verse 1:] Well I come from the way where the b**hes 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 a** crack, run away All about the money, make it look like nothing Had the b**hes mouth runnin, "He ain't stuntin anyway" Meanwhile, I was in the back where I lay, me and s*utty P blowin loud all day In my own damn lane, f** yo chain b**hes that will murder for the love of c**aine Let her poke her a** out, then you touch that thang Like, "What's yo name?" Bust yo brain Leave a n***a dead, that's a God damn shame You can ask Deuce how the f** n***as do Southside n***as love to roll like Juice Deuce Deuce in the 380 and the Nike boots Trappin like a b**h, till ya man start talkin Then your man start hatin, now he actin like a b**h n***a disrespectin, then ya man don't check 'em Then we reachin for the weapons, and they clappin like a b**h Stackin in a drought, n***a we in DC No work in the city, then we goin down south You see your b**h 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 b**h on my jock, and I spark big green With my seat way back, and my neck on lean If my wrist go pop, I'm a spark that thing [Hook:] Bust it out the wrapper, sell it to a trapper I really don't give a sh** I was trappin like a b**h I was trappin like a b**h I tote a lot of bricks I hit a lot of licks I really don't give a sh** [Verse 2:] First the sun rolls up, then the gun rolls up Then the choppas split 'em open, cut 'em like a cold cut Then the moon went down, then the sun came up Ain't no body pick 'em up, so police showed up Knockin on the door, n***a we don't know sh** As-Salamu Alaykum, we don't f** with that pig Scooby got k**ed, we ain't heard sh** since Please go where ever, but get the f** from 'round here Ecstasy and liquor we don't go around beer Old cups and roll-ups got me slowed up b**h named Candi will s** ya hole up And you don't know a hood b**h if you don't know her Northeast sh**, what the f** n***as mean All about the stuntin, and I'm k**in every scene b**hes wanna f** cause he eyes all green And his sling be the best, and his walk all mean Talk all crazy, spark all hazey Fool wanna trip, said he rappin but paid me Jack my b**h, we gon' run in his sh** n***a you can get a dick, that's a 30-round clip f** with Larry Johnson, but we don't play games No secrets, n***a we don't say names I'm like HOV, listenin to HOV In the H-O-V, n***a we don't switch lanes Black Cobain, is that yo dame? Ain't tryna trick, but I know I got change I could f** her with my daddy, I could f** her in the caddy I could make her pull it over and I could f** her in the rain All I'm tryna say is what the f** you n***as sayin? Got my money with me, why the f** you n***as playin? Rollin off the bland, coolin with my man No days off, that's the mother f**in plan [Hook:] Bust it out the wrapper, sell it to a trapper I really don't give a sh** I was trappin like a b**h I was trappin like a b**h I tote a lot of bricks I hit a lot of licks I really don't give a sh**