On God
Yuh,Yuh
Who let them hoes in the trap
Yuh, Yuh
Its too many bowls in the trap
Yuh, Yuh
I got that gas if you want a bag pull up at the texaco
And I had to check a hoe
If i pull up late imma serve her a lil extra mo
Glock on my right, choppa on the shelf
Smoking cookie trynna clear up the air
Momma im mad imma throw her some money
I fixed up her hair for them times we were bummy,
I used to be dummy, Yuh, Yuh
If it was a lick i was on it
You got it lil bruh, then i want it
Glock 23 on my hip, never lonely
We smoking that pressure and making our next move
I stay having hoes in the next room
She trippin' she just want attention
The bitch never got it cause she never listen
The other one straight but the other one bad
She got a mouth but she making me mad
So many racks, I just had to buy me a new stash
Now look this hoe talking about a new bag
Raised in the trap so i dont care bout no drip
When I'm not Rapping im back in the bricks
Trapper up late you bound to get slipped
They say they want smoke, I extended the clip
Its really hectic don't come to my section
Everybody young and we clutchin' a weapon
Get alil money and n***as start flexxing
You ain't no trapper go get at profession
Who let them hoes in the trap
Get the f*ck up out the spot
What is ya doing, its too many bowls in the trap
Break that shit down get that shit moving
It's really hectic don't come to my section
Everybody young and we clutchin' a weapon
Get alil money and n***as start flexxing
You ain't no trapper go get at profession
Who let them hoes in the trap
The f*ck up out the spot
What is you doing
Its too many bowls in the trap
Break that shit down get that shit moving
He said need he need what
He need it by when
Its a bet, n***a meet at the chevron
My bitch in the car its a mug on her face
She just mad i won't get her hair done
And if you want smoke it's whatever you want to do
And you know what we on
I told my lil potna im loving that choppa sound
that shit making my ring tone
Im the same n***a that aint had nuthin
I was walking, sleeping in the street
Im the same n***a with the puma's on
Now I keep the latest on my feet
Im the same nigga that had to rob for a reup
now i'm chillin' with my feet up
Im the same n***a with the same team GML
No we can't team up
I just came back off the block and i got it, yuh
Look at this shit in my pocket
Them n***as done hate on a n***a
The way that I'm taking off just like a rocket
If it aint bout no money then stop it
Take a break imma switch up the topic
Lil shawty just wanted to f*ck
So we did and i beat that bitch leg out of socket
Its really hectic don't come to my section
Everybody young and we clutchin' a weapon
Get alil money and n***as start flexxing
You ain't no trapper go get at profession
Who let them hoes in the trap
The f*ck up out the spot
What is you doing
Its too many bowls at the trap
Break that shit down get that shit moving
Luh Soldier - Trap Lyrics
Luh Soldier - Trap Lyrics
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On God
Yuh,Yuh
Who let them hoes in the trap
Yuh, Yuh
Its too many bowls in the trap
Yuh, Yuh
I got that gas if you want a bag pull up at the texaco
And I had to check a hoe
If i pull up late imma serve her a lil extra mo
Glock on my right, choppa on the shelf
Smoking cookie trynna clear up the air
Momma im mad imma throw her some money
I fixed up her hair for them times we were bummy,
I used to be dummy, Yuh, Yuh
If it was a lick i was on it
You got it lil bruh, then i want it
Glock 23 on my hip, never lonely
We smoking that pressure and making our next move
I stay having hoes in the next room
She trippin' she just want attention
The bitch never got it cause she never listen
The other one straight but the other one bad
She got a mouth but she making me mad
So many racks, I just had to buy me a new stash
Now look this hoe talking about a new bag
Raised in the trap so i dont care bout no drip
When I'm not Rapping im back in the bricks
Trapper up late you bound to get slipped
They say they want smoke, I extended the clip
Its really hectic don't come to my section
Everybody young and we clutchin' a weapon
Get alil money and n***as start flexxing
You ain't no trapper go get at profession
Who let them hoes in the trap
Get the f*ck up out the spot
What is ya doing, its too many bowls in the trap
Break that shit down get that shit moving
It's really hectic don't come to my section
Everybody young and we clutchin' a weapon
Get alil money and n***as start flexxing
You ain't no trapper go get at profession
Who let them hoes in the trap
The f*ck up out the spot
What is you doing
Its too many bowls in the trap
Break that shit down get that shit moving
He said need he need what
He need it by when
Its a bet, n***a meet at the chevron
My bitch in the car its a mug on her face
She just mad i won't get her hair done
And if you want smoke it's whatever you want to do
And you know what we on
I told my lil potna im loving that choppa sound
that shit making my ring tone
Im the same n***a that aint had nuthin
I was walking, sleeping in the street
Im the same n***a with the puma's on
Now I keep the latest on my feet
Im the same nigga that had to rob for a reup
now i'm chillin' with my feet up
Im the same n***a with the same team GML
No we can't team up
I just came back off the block and i got it, yuh
Look at this shit in my pocket
Them n***as done hate on a n***a
The way that I'm taking off just like a rocket
If it aint bout no money then stop it
Take a break imma switch up the topic
Lil shawty just wanted to f*ck
So we did and i beat that bitch leg out of socket
Its really hectic don't come to my section
Everybody young and we clutchin' a weapon
Get alil money and n***as start flexxing
You ain't no trapper go get at profession
Who let them hoes in the trap
The f*ck up out the spot
What is you doing
Its too many bowls at the trap
Break that shit down get that shit moving
Yuh,Yuh
Who let them hoes in the trap
Yuh, Yuh
Its too many bowls in the trap
Yuh, Yuh
I got that gas if you want a bag pull up at the texaco
And I had to check a hoe
If i pull up late imma serve her a lil extra mo
Glock on my right, choppa on the shelf
Smoking cookie trynna clear up the air
Momma im mad imma throw her some money
I fixed up her hair for them times we were bummy,
I used to be dummy, Yuh, Yuh
If it was a lick i was on it
You got it lil bruh, then i want it
Glock 23 on my hip, never lonely
We smoking that pressure and making our next move
I stay having hoes in the next room
She trippin' she just want attention
The bitch never got it cause she never listen
The other one straight but the other one bad
She got a mouth but she making me mad
So many racks, I just had to buy me a new stash
Now look this hoe talking about a new bag
Raised in the trap so i dont care bout no drip
When I'm not Rapping im back in the bricks
Trapper up late you bound to get slipped
They say they want smoke, I extended the clip
Its really hectic don't come to my section
Everybody young and we clutchin' a weapon
Get alil money and n***as start flexxing
You ain't no trapper go get at profession
Who let them hoes in the trap
Get the f*ck up out the spot
What is ya doing, its too many bowls in the trap
Break that shit down get that shit moving
It's really hectic don't come to my section
Everybody young and we clutchin' a weapon
Get alil money and n***as start flexxing
You ain't no trapper go get at profession
Who let them hoes in the trap
The f*ck up out the spot
What is you doing
Its too many bowls in the trap
Break that shit down get that shit moving
He said need he need what
He need it by when
Its a bet, n***a meet at the chevron
My bitch in the car its a mug on her face
She just mad i won't get her hair done
And if you want smoke it's whatever you want to do
And you know what we on
I told my lil potna im loving that choppa sound
that shit making my ring tone
Im the same n***a that aint had nuthin
I was walking, sleeping in the street
Im the same n***a with the puma's on
Now I keep the latest on my feet
Im the same nigga that had to rob for a reup
now i'm chillin' with my feet up
Im the same n***a with the same team GML
No we can't team up
I just came back off the block and i got it, yuh
Look at this shit in my pocket
Them n***as done hate on a n***a
The way that I'm taking off just like a rocket
If it aint bout no money then stop it
Take a break imma switch up the topic
Lil shawty just wanted to f*ck
So we did and i beat that bitch leg out of socket
Its really hectic don't come to my section
Everybody young and we clutchin' a weapon
Get alil money and n***as start flexxing
You ain't no trapper go get at profession
Who let them hoes in the trap
The f*ck up out the spot
What is you doing
Its too many bowls at the trap
Break that shit down get that shit moving
Writer: Gunnlaugur Sumarlioason, Jamal Swain
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.