Lil Bibby - Trapspot lyrics

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Lil Bibby - Trapspot lyrics

[Intro: Lil Bibby] Bibby frank, why they tried to rob her? I got a job for you, meet me in the lobby [Bridge: Lil Bibby] Take my card Trapspots, I got trapspots (I got trapspots) Turn my momma house into a trapspot (to a trap, ay) In my hood, sh** like Black Ops (sh** like Black Ops) [Female] (*oh my god, who's this? L B?*) [Hook: Lil Bibby] Look! Shootouts in my hood, sh** like Black Ops Turn my momma house into a trapspot Ay, trapspot, I got trapspots Look, trapspot, I got trapspots Look, Margiela all kinda flavors (Maison Margielas) You ain't tryna f**, b**h I'll see you later! (I'll see later!) Ayy, look. Keep a Gat, that's a fact (that's a fact) Ay, turn my momma house into a trap, ayy [Verse 1: Lil Bibby] You know I like a hood b**h, extra boujie Took her from McDonalds, got that lil b**h eating sushi Make her hold my toolie, we ain't going to no movies Tell em even if you pay her, she ain't f**ing with no goofy Look, cooling with my pluggie sniffing raw (sniff that sh**, ay) Leaning with my shooters sipping raw, ayy Lil shorty 19, I like her jaw. ay (I like her jaw) Swear she swallow everything, man shorty raw. ay (she got a gift!) My young-ins thirsty waiting on that call (on that call, ay) I nod my head and they gon' knock ya off, ay (knock ya off, ay) Shorty got an a** and it soft, look (and its soft, ay) And she gon give her last to a boss, ay (to a boss) On the e-way I'm just thinking about the past, how... Living with my momma I was f**ed up on my a**, how... I was out of town, I made my momma sell my bags out Bout to buy her that new whip, I know you like that Jag, ma (get that whip, ay) [Hook: Lil Bibby] Shootouts in my hood, sh** like Black Ops Turn my momma house into a trapspot Ay, trapspot, I got trapspots Look, trapspot, I got trapspots Look, Margiela all kinda flavors (kinda flavors) You ain't tryna f**, b**h I'll see you later! (later!) Ayy, look. Keep a Gat, that's a fact (that's a fact) Turn my momma house into a trap, ayy [Verse 2: Lil Bibby] (cookin') (cookin') Cooking Ramen noodles out the crack pot Tell me why I get hara**ed by the black cops You could keep that, take my young-ins like them black Glocks Goofy capping out the oneway, then he got shot n***as sending threats but never see it through Riding through the night, they start shooting at my vehicle My young-ins need some work don't make me put a key one you Pull up with them sticks now candles lit Man, R.I.P to you [Hook: Lil Bibby] Shootouts in my hood, sh** like Black Ops Turn my momma house into a trapspot Ay, trapspot, I got trapspots Look, trapspot, I got trapspots Look, Margiela all kinda flavors (kinda flavors) You ain't tryna f**, b**h I'll see you later! (later!) Ayy, look. Keep a Gat, that's a fact (that's a fact) Turn my momma house into a trap, ayy (trap, ayy) (trap, ayy) (trap, ayy) (trap, ayy)