Scottie Juug - That's Tha Trap [Original]

That's Tha Trap!
Thats where we be at
That's Tha Trap!
Thats where we be at
That's Tha Trap!
Thats where we be at
That's Tha Trap!
Thats where we be at
Splitting up a P, Bitch i keep some dope on me
Glock wit hollow tips stendo wit the fucking beam
And a couple hoes, day ones, and my fucking team
Split that shit right up, hit the blade and serve the feens
That's Tha Trap!
Thats where we be at
That's Tha Trap!
Thats where we be at
That's Tha Trap!
Thats where we be at
That's Tha Trap!
Thats where we be at
Splitting up a P, Bitch i keep some dope on me
Glock wit hollow tips stendo wit the fucking beam
And a couple hoes, day ones, and my fucking team
Split that shit right up, hit the blade and serve the feens

Serve the feens, cook it up wit Balmain jeans
I'm chasing fucking Maserati's, I ain't chasing dreams
Pour that lean, split the wood and stuff the green
Im tryna make it to the top search my name in Bing
That's young Scottie J, Fuck a hoe I'm chasing cake
Catch me in the trap been on the block since 7th grade
Married to the rock, shit you can say that we engaged
She all on my cock like paragraphs up on a page
I come in late, eat that cat cat like a steak
She just a hoe, so when i nut i nut all on her face
Bitch you goofy, in the trap and all my niggas ruthless
You get a hollow to the jaw boy if you talking stupid

That's Tha Trap!
Thats where we be at
That's Tha Trap!
Thats where we be at
That's Tha Trap!
Thats where we be at
That's Tha Trap!
Thats where we be at
Splitting up a P, Bitch i keep some dope on me
Glock wit hollow tips stendo wit the fucking beam
And a couple hoes, day ones, and my fucking team
Split that shit right up, hit the blade and serve the feens
That's Tha Trap!
Thats where we be at
That's Tha Trap!
Thats where we be at
That's Tha Trap!
Thats where we be at
That's Tha Trap!
Thats where we be at
Splitting up a P, Bitch i keep some dope on me
Glock wit hollow tips stendo wit the fucking beam
And a couple hoes, day ones, and my fucking team
Split that shit right up, hit the blade and serve the feens

All my niggas trained to go like a fucking pit
Catch me hanging out the car dump that uzi clip
I ain't worried about a broad thats that rookie shit
I be the captain of the squad yeah I'm calling hits
Lay low nigga lay low
Cocaine for them pesos
My white girl snort molly kicked that bitch out my Range Rov'
Shoot shoot and i change clothes, I wasted my whole fit
I had blood all on my trips m's i wore them to a lick
My dope man just like Jackie Chan he chop right through a brick
I been swerving in that brand new Audi almost hit a fence
Gotta make it to The Staples Center boy shout out to Vince
I been finessin' so long got a bitch to pay my rent

That's Tha Trap!
That's where we be at
That's Tha Trap!
That's where we be at
That's Tha Trap!
That's where we be at
That's Tha Trap!
That's where we be at

Written by:
Jamal Grant

Publisher:
Lyrics © Jamal Grant, Songtrust Ave

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