Trap Luv
Yo Gotti, Rick Ross
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I'm in a jungle Lions, tigers and gorillas and shit nigga It's a lot of monkey ass niggas out here too How to hustle nigga Rules, laws, strategy 10 million dollars later I'm a blessing nigga How a nigga rich but still stressing nigga Glock .40, Smith & Wesson nigga Streets will never ever stop testing niggas Youngin' give 'em a head shot, send a message nigga Part rapper, part goon, still finessing nigga I believe in hustle I don't f*ck with luck And it's f*ck em kill em all if they don't f*ck with us Them three letters mean a lot boy, sacrifices Cocaine Mafia, double check the prices Niggas killing niggas like they got a license Niggas crossing over like they Allen Iverson F*ck that iPhone 6, they be tracking niggas I'm about to get a beeper, fade to black on niggas Gotti, goodnight, I'm gone I be back when they quit living through phones When niggas put the gram down and pick the grams up You got follows but no dollars man that shit ain't adding up Nah, and all the dirt I done, all the bricks I sold I can't sleep at night, paranoid it shows I be strapped on stage, f*ck the award show 'Cause I shoot this bitch up and only God knows Yeah like I told you a long time ago fam, y'all my motivation I keep fighting doing this for y'all. Every time I get somethin' in the mail Whether it's strapable or not from the courts I keep putting it down because y'all my motivation. I appreciate the love Niggas riding gold rims and they mama po' And they kill a family member for that envelope I'm the Lionel Richie to these Commodores We flip pies to franchising Dominoes I speak for dope boys every track I'm on Until this day my people never rat or told Posted 20 in, I'm talking fed pen The line between us both have gained so very thin Amongst my boys of W.E.B. Du Bois Souls of black folk to hustle wasn't a choice Rap game everybody skimming off the top F*ck interest as long as you pull it off the lock Hoes wanna f*ck, haters wanna hate Certified sack boy, black Ronald Reagan Double M no longer that Buick Regal money Nickel bag niggas so don't make me put a kilo on it Negotiating for it or either we take it Niggas even shooting choppers in a fuckin' cadence Fell out with some people that I still love I guess that's how it goes when it's real blood I remember counting cash standing in the trap I turned my hat to the back, had a hundred stacks 60 m's later and 300 tax Still losing weight with the south on my back, nigga I pray you play by the rules I came so close the edge I pray you play by the rules I came so close the edge I pray you play by the rules We came so close the edge I pray you play by the rules
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Written by: WILLIE MAXWELL, HUNTER HAYES, TITUS PIKNEY
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