E Ninety Eight - Trap Boy

Lead Melody
He's a Trap Boy, Dope Boy
Had to get it off the block boy
Always understood this life boy
Never understood a life with joy
Cause all he ever wanted was to survive
Even if it meant taking lives
It's do or die, not you and I
Can't you see that I'm never fucking switching sides
He's always high
Not afraid to die
His eye on the prize
Had so much ice
Didn't even try
No need to lie
Never had to hide
Will do his time
Another day cooking up the rocks
Another day someone was shot
Another day riding with his glock
Avoiding the cops
He couldn't be stopped
He had it all
Could make a simple call
To a guy named Saul
That'll chop off your balls
Feed them to his dogs
Couldn't be robbed
Type of motherfucker make your skin crawl
He was definitely on top selling bricks
If you aint close, than you aint shit
You better hope you're not a snitch
Cause then your life ends in a ditch
Lead Melody
Riding around in his escalade with the flashy rims
Bullet proof windows and the icy tint
With a bad little bitch right next to him
She loved the Mexican
He had the dough
He had the hoes
They asked for blow
So they wouldn't feel low
Cant forget this comes with foes
What more did he want? Nothing more
With power comes a price when you roll the dice
It could either be bad or something nice
It could either take a left or take a right
Sometimes it's best to stay out of sight
Trap boy didn't give a fuck
Matter of fact he's gunna light a blunt
Bust a nut
Then drop that bad little bitch right off in front of her uncs
He takes a right when he hits the light
Thinking about how he wants to feel good tonight
Could've went left and avoided death
But instead everything got to his head
Pulls up to the store for the booze
Exiting his car without a crew
Little does he know so much to lose
Next thing you know the loud one two
Lead Melody
It's the Trap Boy riding around in his escalade
Follow his ass, I'm gunna smoke him, take over the entire game
Shit I don't play
Took the right
After tonight
I'm gunna take his life
And look him in the eyes
Making sure he knows it's his final time
And he's finally dying
And it aint worth trying
Hurry up he's speeding up
Can't you see I don't give a fuck
You my only boys that I trust
Same reason why we gotta get this done
I grab the gun straight from the glove
In the streets there is no love
In my eyes you're just a bum
Now it's time no where to run
He's finally parked right out the store
Next thing you know opens his door
Takes a couple steps out the car
Little does he know he's not going far
Oh Trap Boy it's your last seconds
This is a lesson
I'm always repping
You always flexing
You never sweating
Shots from my weapon
Who is you testing?
Trap boy shot straight in the chest
Drops to the ground and hits his head
Blood so red
Not so blessed
He'll be dead
He looks up and sees a young kid
It reminds him of him
So full of sin
With a vigorous grin
With intent to win
This fucking kid just left the pen
Trap boy is feeling woozy
Kind of hoping it was an Uzi
Lost of blood got him feeling shitty
He also knows that they did him filthy
The boy stares right in his eyes
Motherfucker it's my time
Prepare to die Any last words?
Yeah fuck you puss-

Written by:
Ernest Flores

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