Lyrics NBA YoungBoy – Trappin

All of my niggas some shooters, most of ’em they be trappin’
Ain’t no pretending, we live like this no acting
You better watch out for your friends cause niggas be hatin’
The minute they feel like they know you, they’ll try to play you

They gave up on a nigga you know what I mean
Since younger than this I been chasing my dreams
On XXL, but not the magazine
Locked in that cell missed allot of things
Thinkin’ bout to take over the game
I gotta make my way outta the ring
My heart full of hatred, my chest full of pain (My heart full of hatred, my chest full of pain)
Four deep in the whip while we trap out the Range
We up in BR, took a break from the stage my nigga tryna figure out what I made
For my chain they don’t know what I paid
I ain’t have no money, I remember them days
Come run up on me you get hit with the K
These niggas hatin’ and I know that they fake
If you don’t like me, don’t come smile in my face (If you don’t like me, don’t come smile in my face)
Ain’t no waiting I’ma up let it spray, I’m just waitin’ on a nigga to play
Keep it on me when I’m up in the A
Could you touched anywhere, anyday
Nigga better stay the fuck out my way

All of my niggas some shooters, most of ’em they be trappin’
Ain’t no pretending, we live like this no acting
You better watch out for your friends cause niggas be hatin’
The minute they feel like they know you, they’ll try to play you

I ain’t know what to think, now I know what to call it
Ain’t got no regrets you know that I’m faultless
Stop sellin’ me dreams I ain’t never bought ’em
I’m tryna figure out why the fuck is he callin’
I caught myself when I had started fallin’
It’s up with me, yeah you know It’s retarded
Shake back bitch you know that I thought it
And I’m knowin’ that you see how I’m ballin’
I know that my babymamas fed up with
I know that my niggas steppin’ with me
You dissin’ but know you ain’t fuckin’ with me (BITCH)
You niggas need to try to catch up with me
We confiscating money and stackin’
You niggas ain’t bout it, you all actors
You know that my niggas they still trappin’
You run up on me bitch we all clappin’
Smashing round through the Cali streets
Valentinos, all on my feet
Chasin’ money I ain’t worried bout beef
You wanna book me then hit up Fee
None of that shit mean nun to me
All my niggas know wassup with me
Negotiate put it in front of me
He say what? Bitch you know that it’s come with me

All of my niggas some shooters, most of ’em they be trappin’
Ain’t no pretending, we live like this no acting
You better watch out for your friends cause niggas be hatin’
The minute they feel like they know you, they’ll try to play you
But I’m ready for anything, strapped with that burner every time I’m rollin’
City to city just me and my shorty (city to city just me and my shorty)
Stop sellin’ me dreams I ain’t never bought ’em (Stop sellin’ me dreams I ain’t never bought ’em)
Livin’ life on the edge now we start to fallin’