Lyrics Young Scooter – Trap Bars
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Young Scooter:
(Cornell)
Haha
Black migo gang
Mad so, move low, creep silent
I don’t promote bricks, I promote violence
Bitch I’m from the Six, I came from pullin’ trigs
Black amigo, pay like twenty bitches rent
Your baby mom included, she love Scooter
You right, I ain’t gonna do it, I pay like twenty shooters
That’s if they cross me, that kill ’em softly
Lately, I been kickin’ shit like Bruce Lee
Won’t do a show for less than twenty, don’t approach
You fake rappin’ ass niggas never seen the streets
I gave you niggas a lot of lingo, you should thank streets
My opp went to prison, I got him shanked every week
Real talk, nigga, I never touched a boy
Boss shit, I made your bitch snort a line with Roy
I raise myself in the bricks, grew up a hustler
Zone Six drug lord, got lotta customers
Jugg, haha
Black migo gang, YSL, you dig
Yeah, we came a long way from Section Eight, nigga
Haha, that’s slime in this bitch when we’s there
Count up
VL Deck:
Whip a NASCAR, tell ’em shoot a hunnid round
VVS’s on my neck, plus my buss down
Mixed the codeine with the Fanta, watch it turn brown
on the daily, lookin’ like I’m supposed to bow
Lifestyle turnt, many nights of sellin’ white
Ridin’ in this new whip, clutchin’ on my loaded pipe
I don’t wanna serve you, heard you in black and white
Yeah, I’m ’bout to trap with my Chester and my pocket right
Let me take you to the trap, buss a bag a clutch a strap
Bricks came Saran Wrap, yeah, we with all of that
Now I hit a button and on the roof the top fall back
California, Blueface, cut that off, dead weight
Came in focused, don’t you be the one that set me back
And half of you my sons, how you hate the one that showed you that?
Bitch, you know I stomp for real, ?
Put signs by the cheek, now they takin’ hits for judge and state
Young Thug:
Drop a kilo on your head (Whole thing)
Told him to call me when he dead
Nigga said, «We rollin’ up in fifteen minutes,» he was scared
Got a lil’ weak ass bitch tryna suck my dick when it red
Ever since I could afford body, I been layin’ necks
Better believe I keep spreadin’ shit in the shed
I whip the stick out like Chi-Town and Atlanta
?, get some Xan, crunch it up like candy
I put twenty birds in the coupe, you can call me pigeon, nigga
I got a young crew at the zoo, you can believe they licking’, nigga
If he cross me, we kill him softly
Twenty-diamonds, they hit at your head, it sounds like it’s coughin’
I wrap some water around my wrist, like I’m a dolphin
I got some green diamonds, like piss, ran on Slauson
I got the talk bitch named Kate, I’m boutta slice her
Soon as I fucked her, I passed her to Pep ’cause I don’t wife her
Yeah, yeah
Album
Young Scooter – Trap Hero
