Trap Life (feat. Gitty T) Video (MV)

Yea
Dog shit raw shit nigga
Got My Nigga BNE Git in this bitch nigga you know what's goin on
Boy I swear to God
Aye boy I swear to God
This on my f*ckin moms
Serve a lot shit nigga BNE
Boy I swear to god
These niggas broker than a bitch
He tender bout that broad done put that hoe up in the mix
And I don't know his name
I just know he want a zip
Yea I loved that hoe
But I know she wasn't shit
I got lil Kelsey with me
She gone ride til the wheels fall
She proud of me
She know daddy been a big dog
You short a dollar
Kick rocks nigga get lost
Before ya make me mad before you make me pissed off
Touchdown in the field
Touchdown from the kick off
Chicken head asked for some money made my dick soft
And I know them percocets full of fentanyl
But I be biting down on em like chomp chomp
Back flipping in the trap this shit jump jump
F*ck a skinny bitch I need a cutie with a plump rump
And she gone let me use her mouth for a cum dump
And anything these niggas did shit I done done
These dopeman nikes cost me sixty plus a hun dun
Hater talkin down I told him we could run one
I been deep off in that water like a sump pump
Ten thousand cash nigga flexin on you broke chumps
Yea trap life
Drug life
Bitch I'm up like
F*ck yo life
You talkin bags nigga what's yo price
Drop em down
Oh you can't do it I'll shop around
Hit my phone
You spend enough then I'm poppin out
Yea trap life
Drug life
Bitch I'm up like
F*ck yo life
You talkin bags nigga what's yo price
Drop em down
Oh you can't do it I'll shop around
Hit my phone
You spend enough then I'm poppin out
I just jugged five bags
Three times off my flip phone
Like I got dressed in the toilet I got that shit on
Couple number twos came in
Won't have that shit long
I can text a rocket emoji and get this shit gone
Trappers by my side
And the killers in the cut
Laughing at the niggas who y'all thought was shooters step it up
Keisha lil brother used to cop a p he leveled up
He was bout to cop a watch I told him to keep it tucked
Prices goin up
Errbody trap slowin up
Wook behind the wall jiggalitin ain't no sittin duck
Get a bad bitch fall back these niggas cuffin sluts
Catch a flight when I feel like it gone half a month
Made a hundred in my Lincoln finna go and get a truck
Credit score seven something bitch I'm grown as a f*ck
Let him get it straight knowing he gone hit it with a four
Ima get him next time he gone come back for some more
Watch what ya post
Niggas they'll throw ya in the mix
I f*ck with them blue and reds Gitty t don't bang shit
Crackers tapped in bad all I do is make hits
In the studio smoking out a high grade zip
Yea trap life
Drug life
Bitch I'm up like
F*ck yo life
You talkin bags nigga what's yo price
Drop em down
Oh you can't do it I'll shop around
Hit my phone
You spend enough then I'm poppin out