Kevin Clouds - Trappin' Ain't Dead

Yeah
No cap rap
Mannnn
It's ya boy Clouds
My life is like a movie, I ain’t gon lie
Someone get Scorsese on the phone
I don’t need nothing at all except my gun and my scale
A couple bad bitches and some drugs I can sell
I’ll never fall off, I get them packs in the mail
Yeah, trappin ain’t dead
I don’t need nothing at all except my gun and my scale
A couple bad bitches and some drugs I can sell
I’ll never fall off, I get them packs in the mail
Yeah, trappin ain’t dead
I re-up on the first, then sell out by the third
We used to get it by the zip but now we cop birds
I’m the man in my city, man fuck what you heard
I got some killas on deck, just gotta give 'em the word
They’ll pull up where you at and send some shots where you stay
Don’t give a fuck who they hit, y’all better stay out the way
I know my haters are mad they see me run up a check
I keep one foot on the gas, the other foot on they neck
I get it out of the mud, I’m posted up at the trap
Yeah, 7 days a week, everyday that bitch slap
I do this shit for real, I really live what I rap
Ask about me I ain’t got no reason to cap
I don’t need nothing at all except my gun and my scale
A couple bad bitches and some drugs I can sell
I’ll never fall off, I get them packs in the mail
Yeah, trappin ain’t dead
I don’t need nothing at all except my gun and my scale
A couple bad bitches and some drugs I can sell
I’ll never fall off, I get them packs in the mail
Yeah, trappin ain’t dead
All I need is my glock and a couple of clips
A house up on the hill and a couple of whips
Soon as I get the pack, I break them keys down to zips
I don’t trust too many people, they too loose with they lips
If I ever get caught, I’ll be doing some time
I was built for this shit so you know I don’t mind
If I gotta sit down I know I’ll be straight
That’s just part of the game and that’s the chances we take
I ain't ever gonna stop until I’m rich or I’m dead
I know that shit sound crazy but I said what I said
I’ll never fall off, bitch I ball like Kawhi
Just ask about me, I ain’t got no reason to lie
I don’t need nothing at all except my gun and my scale
A couple bad bitches and some drugs I can sell
I’ll never fall off, I get them packs in the mail
Yeah, trappin ain’t dead
I don’t need nothing at all except my gun and my scale
A couple bad bitches and some drugs I can sell
I’ll never fall off, I get them packs in the mail
Yeah, trappin ain’t dead

Written by:
Kevin Gillette

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