Yung Booke - Trappin Out The Uber lyrics

[Produced by Chapo] [Hook] I'm just riding round [?] in the city Back seat with OG gas in [?] Got a shooter with me who I know will never tell [?] maneuver, 12 don't know who moving Cause I'm trapping out an Uber I'm trapping out an Uber I'm trapping out the Uber I'm trapping out an Uber Yeah, yeah [Verse 1] Trapping out the Uber, in these Chanel [?] This sh** I'm kicking, 40 clip extended Crusing through the city, got a shooter with me n***a owe me money, I'm pulling up to get it Ever f** a [?], I'm just [?] When I feel like riding dirty Uber pull up in a second In the back seat weighing grams where you can catch me On Instagram flexing, ice on Wayne Gretsky Hit the block, make a sale, dodging 12, dirty scale Trap smart, never fail, satisfy your clientele We be pouring, strong gas, Hulk Hogan, second [?] Slow motion, hope the driver know where he going [Hook] [Verse 2] Trapping out the Uber, and I'mma tip the driver Smoke Gotti in Chicago, he give no f**s about it I'm from 50 dollars, ride that [?] like 20 thousand He won't pull up in that hood he say my youngin watching Finesse you out [?], wipe a n***a's nose Come in this b**h feeling like Pac, you can picture me rolling [?] fully loaded, ride round extra dirty Geeked up, feeling nerdy, the Rolex cost a 30 I just rolled through your hood and I didn't see you in it [?] told me go get the money, I did in 30 minutes I might pay Uber to drive to Cali, hop out in [?] Just to say I did it, that [?] might cost a ticket [Hook]