Trapology (Explicit) - Chop Lotto
Lyrics by：Chop Lotto
When I was 13 I was hitting a lick
Walkdown rundown n***as get hit
Backdoor shooting bro in the back
And he scooting we slide in the back
And we shooting dang
He gon walk down with a peion
Walkdown rush down like he Deion
N***a get blast out like he Keyshawn
All of these fake n***as are some peions
ABCD I got P's walkdown run down with the keys
Old but still popping master P
I'm in the stu wearing double Gs
I'm in the stu burning up the spot
I'm in the stu cooking of the high
I'mma play stick up in your spot 30
On me n***a that's hot
Shorty turn gay 'cuz we flipped her a lot
Fractured my wrist 'cuz I'm whipping the pot
Red neck plug and we call him scott
Put the gun in the air 'cuz we shooting a lot
I'm in the trap and I'm whipping the trap
I'm sweeping the floors and I'm stomping the rats
These n***as they dumb they don't elevate I'm up in
The trap like a heavy weight
Christmas dinner we don't get a plate
He gon walk in the street like he scared straight
See we do not care that your brother died we gone turn
Around and rotate
Halloween we gon burn up your house
Get the rope for running your mouth
N***as hot when they off of that loud
If you where my child you be out of the house
Get her home get the heels off I can't hang with you
You a rip off I got thick loads ain't a rip off
Gotta AK let it sound off
Gotta bad joint from New Mexico I'm riding around on the
Block with the Texaco
Remember them days I was trapping I'm moving the pack
From here to manhattan
