笨小笨Trap Shit(feat. Lil Baby)歌词由Gucci Mane&Lil Baby演唱，出自专辑《Ice Daddy》，下面是《Trap Shit(feat. Lil Baby)》完整版歌词！
Trap Shit(feat. Lil Baby)歌词完整版
Trap Shit(feat. Lil Baby) - Gucci Mane/Lil Baby
Lyrics by：Radric Davis/Xavier Dotson/Dominique Jones
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Trap s**t
Trap huh
Trap s**t
Trap s**t
Sellin' Vin Diesel strong Cookie that Keisha
Gucci poppin' P's like Georgia just made it legal wow
Higher than an eagle
Leanin' like Beanie Sigel I'm leanin'
Flyer than a pilot jean jacket by Diesel phew
All-gold rocket the socket matchin' my Foamposite
You's a nobody she goin'
She f**k with everybody go
Lil' 'crest boys in the hood
Wanna see a dead body
Four pockets stuffed and LaFlare
We bust at everybody
At club crucial these hood b***hes
They love crucial wow
That's my young shooter
Recruit him to send some slugs through you
We search 'em 'fore they come in the trap
Might have a bug on 'em huh
He's a walking dead man don't know it
He got a dub on him yeah
Beat him with a bat then f**k it
Pour kerosene on him
Everybody searchin' for holmes but we ain't seen homie
Chainsaw massacre call 1017 on 'em
Make it look drug-related man pour some lean on him
Everything I rap 'bout official
I'm from the streets b***h street
Hundred thousand all my pockets
This ain't no sweet lick
'Nother 60K on my wrist this a patek b***h
All my hoes got fat asses they all on fleek b***h
All my b***hes wearin' designer
I don't want no cheap b***h
Draco with me everywhere I go on the front seat b***h
Seat
Trap s**t n***as know I'm 'bout it wow
Trap s**t n***as know I'm 'bout it yeah
Fifty racks cash on me
That's just today's profit
4 pockets full lil' b***h
I ain't got no d**n wallet
F**k around and got in the game
I got the streets poppin'
P***y n***as tellin' on me I know the feds watchin'
How the hell he gettin' this money
I keep on buyin' watches
Jackboys thinkin' I'm sweet
I keep on buyin' choppers
Lock me up I'm gettin' out tomorrow
I think I'm El Chapo
Bricks came 1017 I got some d**n extras
Flexin' on these n***as on purpose
Check out this d**n necklace
Dropped eighty racks on a charger
Next day I d**n wrecked it skrrt
Pull up with them sticks like the army
They say we young veterans
They won't pull up in them apartments
They say we too treacherous
Everything I rap 'bout official
I'm from the streets b***h street
Hundred thousand all my pockets
This ain't no sweet lick
'Nother 60K on my wrist
This a patek b***h
All my hoes got fat asses they all on fleek b***h
All my b***hes wearin' designer
I don't want no cheap b***h
Draco with me everywhere I go on the front seat
B***h seat
Trap s**t n***as know I'm 'bout it wow
Trap s**t n***as know I'm 'bout it
