Trappin' Ain't Free (feat. Chris Benz & LA)

Trappin' ain't free I was trenches lil nigga wit a key Then I got into the stu started fuckin up a beat Need a Audemar Piguette cost more than a G (WARNING) Trappin' ain't free I was trenches lil nigga wit a key Then I got into the stu started fuckin up a beat Need a Audemar Piguette cost more than a G I was really in the hood I was really in the streets Hit my phone after 8 I was chilling with the G's Know I know a couple C's and them niggas banging B's Had to run me up a check lil nigga gotta eat I was really wit the dealers & we lived around the feens Boy I had to make a change we was really tryna eat And hitta always strapped and it’s really in the seats Boy I gotta stay in tact all these niggas tryna sneak We ain’t really proud of that i’m just really wit the peace Ain’t no money from the raps we might really hit a piece Ain’t no money in the chat guaranteed I'm gon breeze I don’t really fuck wit dudes you couldn’t be around me And I don’t like to talk it out I bring the hawk around I smoke a O moving slow when I’m walking now Fuck is you talking bout I do not fuck around Act like you know how to act when the boss around I don’t hold my tongue for no bitch ima call you out Slide on your brother he asks what’s this all about Cook em up if it’s beef I make sure that I thaw it out Had to watch my own back when I walked around Playing the crib around 12 cause the ballers out Walk on my block you best not have wallet out They’ll catch you lacking bitch please have your car around They ain’t wanna link me when I had small amount Now I cannot care for no hoe they get tossed around I stick to myself I might go build a wall around Keep my head high but my demons they call me down Wake up and smoke this GG gon calm me down And I’m fucking up this cash bout to go ahead and cop a pound Nigga we don't really fight but nigga we don’t play around Nigga say he from the town? Show me how you getting down Smoking gas so loud you could tell just by the sound And I got a couple rounds for the face watching clowns Been a shark up in the water nigga drip or nigga drown Niggas steady think its funny turn the smile to a frown All these diamonds on my body woulda thought I had a crown And ion even wanna cuff it told the bitch to buss it down All these fucking AP’s told my jeweler buss em down Put that lil boy to rest tell em go and grab a gown And we straight up outta Yonkers niggas came up out the ground And I was out looking for a bag nigga look at what I found Got a hunnid round tha waist nigga do not make a sound Nigga do not make a- Trappin' ain't free I was trenches lil nigga wit a key Then I got into the stu started fuckin up a beat Need a Audemar Piguette cost more than a G I was really in the hood I was really in the streets Hit my phone after 8 I was chilling wit the G's Know I know a couple C's and them niggas banging B's Had to run me up a check lil nigga gotta eat And I’m popping my shit like I used to pop tags She say she miss me wish she could go back Felt like the man when I made my first rack Chasing the guap putting clothes in the bag I Felt like some niggas was holding me back I big up my self boy I don’t care to brag Chino and Benzo this shit going mad We stuck to the plan then got to the bag Most you fuck niggas just gossip thru the bitches Telephone calling might switch up my sentence I keep my clique small cause we don’t need a witness Everyday flexing that’s Equinox fitness You Instagram flexing with Fetti that’s counterfeit Impressing niggas just so you can kinda fit You shook out ya boots I could tell by the sound of it We spun on his block pussy ran up right out of it I don’t like conversing I just skip around the shit Niggas be nervous thought you was bout it bitch Most of you niggas be capping for clout and shit Married to money my thumb hurt from counting it Woah (Back on my shit boy I'm back to myself, I smoke up a O I’m concerned for myself ) Trappin' ain't free I was trenches lil nigga wit a key Then I got into the stu started fuckin up a beat Need a Audemar Piguette cost more than a G I was really in the hood I was really in the streets Hit my phone after 8 I was chilling wit the G's Know I know a couple C's and them niggas banging B's Had to run me up a check lil nigga gotta eat