Scottie Juug - Trap Intro

I ain't choose the trap life
That shit chose me
I been selling off white
Since you was selling weed
Had a couple OG's
Kicking game to Scottie P
And you know a nigga listened
Master chef in the kitchen
Free my mutha fuckin' uncle
Doing 30 yeah I miss 'em
Lil Lango gone Juug till the wheels fall off
Then ask God for forgiveness
Drop that nigga
Then repent it
Fuck a snake
I can sense it
Fuck the jakes
Yeah I'm ventin'
Selling Pussy
Scottie pimpin'

Slow it down for a minute
Then I speed it back up
I done took a couple L's
But I'm back on my stuff
And I'm riding wit' my squad
Yeah we got the heat tucked
Got ya main in the back
And I'm getting sucked up
Really selling crack
Aye Yvette wassup
That's my number feen
She was always on dust
Sell it to my auntie
Ion give no fucks
Lil Lango gone Juug
Till they free my big bruh
Free my niggas
I swear to god ima sacrifice
We was really toting poles boy
Sent some niggas down to the after life
Grim reaper
But I whip a Beamer
Catching cases
No misdemeanors
Fuck them papers
My lawyer beat it
Quanny lit bros
He stayed believin'
Visions on visions
And blessings on blessings
Bitch you chooser
So I won't respect ya
I am lil Lango
And I got the method
Cook it and sell it
And neva regret it
Maison Margiela
I'm saucin' like ketchup
Gosha young Scottie
While y'all playing catch up
I be really at Saks Fifth
Man I love my nigga lit Chris
Please do not try me I'm liable to shoot
Came from a Honda
To SLS coupe
Fuck all my teachers they dissed me in school
I done been different
Before it was cool
My niggas crippin'
But yeah I stay bool
Swerving them Audis
And crashing em' too
Bitch I bleed red
But my blood is blue
I am lil Lango
And boy who is you

I ain't choose the trap life
That shit chose me
I been selling off white
Since you was selling weed
Had a couple OG's
Kicking game to Scottie P
And you know a nigga listened
Master chef in the kitchen
Free my mutha fuckin' uncle
Doing 30 yeah I miss 'em
Lil Lango gone Juug till the wheels fall off
Then ask God for forgiveness
Drop that nigga
Then repent it
Fuck a snake
I can sense it
Fuck the jakes
Yeah I'm ventin'
Selling Pussy
Scottie pimpin'

Living in this world
Everyday is more pain
Coming from the trap
Wit' a mask on my face
Mane I love the game
Ever since I got a taste
Booling wit tha stars
So we pull up in a Wraith
Shawty hold me down
And she fly like a cape
When I come around
All the hoes know my name
Never selling out
For a fucking piece of fame
Rather sell this dope
For a muh' fucking range
Bruh just listen
All these things that a nigga seen
Swear to god like a TV show
But it's real shit no movie scene
Couple bands
That blue and green
Popping Xanz
Shit truthfully
These hard times
Bring hard rhymes
Need to hit the booth
But ain't got time
Feds probably tapped a nigga phone
It's a burner
Mane they didn't even know
Ex bitch
Said she heard a nigga song
Still hating
Cause she heard a nigga on
Fuck you
Hoe I did it on my own
No team
Hoe I did it on my own
Like Jordan
How I did it on my own
Lil Lango
And I'm really taking off
Please do not try me
I'm liable to kill
I go way harder than you
Wit' no deal
Niggas don't know me
But I bet they feel
The shit I just wrote
Nigga realer than real
I need my momma
A house in the hills
I need my uncle
To get a appeal
I need them Xannyz
And Actavis still
I got the fucking
Trapmisery chills

I ain't choose the trap life
That shit chose me
I been selling off white
Since you was selling weed
Had a couple OG's
Kicking game to Scottie P
And you know a nigga listened
Master chef in the kitchen
Free my mutha fuckin' uncle
Doing 30 yeah I miss 'em
Lil Lango gone Juug till the wheels fall off
Then ask God for forgiveness
Drop that nigga
Then repent it
Fuck a snake
I can sense it
Fuck the jakes
Yeah I'm ventin'
Selling Pussy
Scottie pimpin'

Written by:
Jamal Grant

Publisher:
Lyrics © Jamal Grant, Songtrust Ave

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