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J Trees - Trappin' Out the Frat Lyrics




Trappin out the frat

What

I don't need to sell my drugs they sell themselves
Born into the wealth so I dont take no Ls
And If my boys get caught... they will tell
But I got good lawyers so I won't go to jail (Nah)

Parents pay my bail
Then I skirt of in the Beamer (Beamer)
Got a house keeper
And my pools got a cleaner (Its clean)
Damn my girls so fine
Eat that cookie up like Keebler
And my loud's so fire
You can hear it through the speakers (Speakers speakers)

Sketchers on my sneakers
They don't have no laces
I don't really l have no job
I just sell some weed to basics (Bud)
Pass me the ball (Ball ball)
I pump fake it
Got rent my parents pay it
I won't dap your hand I'll shake it (Real Firm)

My grandmas kinda racist
Nah that's just a joke (Joke)
If she ever heard me say that
I'd prolly get choked (Ughh)
When it comes to selling weed
You know trees not the goat
Money like I passed go
Sippin mimosas on my boat

I don't need to sell my drugs they sell themselves
Born into the wealth so I dont take no Ls
And If my boys get caught... they will tell
But I got good lawyers so I won't go to jail (Nah)

Parents pay my bail
Charges got dropped
Didn't even go to court cuz my uncle is a cop (12)
Traded in my Beamer
For a drop top
When my block is hot
I just grab my flip flops

Make her arfff like an otter (Arff)
Summers getting hotter
I Bench 185 I don't even need a spotter (Ah)
I just roll up some flower then I pass it to your daughter
While Shooting at a toddler with my gun full of water (F*ck kids)

Damn I'm such a baller (Baller)
Never made a check
I got money, women, weed
I swear that's the triple threat
I don't sit first class (Class)
I fly a private jets
You don't even gotta ask
Know I'm coming with a keg (Beer beer beer)

Trappin our the frat
Like whoa whoa
Trappin our the frat
Moving slow slow
Trappin our the frat
To your hoe hoe (Trap trap)
Trappin our the frat
To my bros bros (Frat trap)

Trappin our the frat
Like whoa whoa (Lots a hoes)
Trappin our the frat
Moving slow slow (Water gun)
Trappin our the frat
To your hoe hoe (Trap trap)
Trappin our the frat
To my bros bros (Go)

I don't need to sell my drugs they sell themselves
Born into the wealth so I dont take no Ls
And If my boys get caught... they will tell
But I got good lawyers so I won't go to jail (Nah)
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English

Trappin out the frat

What

I don't need to sell my drugs they sell themselves
Born into the wealth so I dont take no Ls
And If my boys get caught... they will tell
But I got good lawyers so I won't go to jail (Nah)

Parents pay my bail
Then I skirt of in the Beamer (Beamer)
Got a house keeper
And my pools got a cleaner (Its clean)
Damn my girls so fine
Eat that cookie up like Keebler
And my loud's so fire
You can hear it through the speakers (Speakers speakers)

Sketchers on my sneakers
They don't have no laces
I don't really l have no job
I just sell some weed to basics (Bud)
Pass me the ball (Ball ball)
I pump fake it
Got rent my parents pay it
I won't dap your hand I'll shake it (Real Firm)

My grandmas kinda racist
Nah that's just a joke (Joke)
If she ever heard me say that
I'd prolly get choked (Ughh)
When it comes to selling weed
You know trees not the goat
Money like I passed go
Sippin mimosas on my boat

I don't need to sell my drugs they sell themselves
Born into the wealth so I dont take no Ls
And If my boys get caught... they will tell
But I got good lawyers so I won't go to jail (Nah)

Parents pay my bail
Charges got dropped
Didn't even go to court cuz my uncle is a cop (12)
Traded in my Beamer
For a drop top
When my block is hot
I just grab my flip flops

Make her arfff like an otter (Arff)
Summers getting hotter
I Bench 185 I don't even need a spotter (Ah)
I just roll up some flower then I pass it to your daughter
While Shooting at a toddler with my gun full of water (F*ck kids)

Damn I'm such a baller (Baller)
Never made a check
I got money, women, weed
I swear that's the triple threat
I don't sit first class (Class)
I fly a private jets
You don't even gotta ask
Know I'm coming with a keg (Beer beer beer)

Trappin our the frat
Like whoa whoa
Trappin our the frat
Moving slow slow
Trappin our the frat
To your hoe hoe (Trap trap)
Trappin our the frat
To my bros bros (Frat trap)

Trappin our the frat
Like whoa whoa (Lots a hoes)
Trappin our the frat
Moving slow slow (Water gun)
Trappin our the frat
To your hoe hoe (Trap trap)
Trappin our the frat
To my bros bros (Go)

I don't need to sell my drugs they sell themselves
Born into the wealth so I dont take no Ls
And If my boys get caught... they will tell
But I got good lawyers so I won't go to jail (Nah)
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Writer: Jackson Turner
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J Trees Trappin' Out the Frat Video


Performed By: J Trees
Language: English
Length: 2:34
Written by: Jackson Turner

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