DON KEL - Trapping Ain't Dead (Shhh)

I don't give no fucks
Shut the fuck up when i'm talking
I come from that bottom where shit grimy and shit ugly (Bottom)
What's up in this cup that shit dark that shit muddy
Said that that's your bitch but she gone fuck for this money
Fuck for this money man you ain't getting no money
I'm all up in the trap house from money to sunday
They say that the trap dead
That shit cap this shit ain't over
Auntie them they fuck with us
We cook it with no soda
Cook it with no soda
We was young now we older
Stayed hitting them lic's dawg
stayed with them blicks
Finesse you out your shit
If you shining boy your ass a lic
Do the same shit daily
Real real trap baby
Militant like the navy
Slide on your block with that chop
Military grade pistols and they all came with a stock
Upgraded everything, spin your block hurricane
Little bitch want me to wife her but i don't do no rings
All we do is trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
All y'all do is cap cap cap cap cap cap
All we do is kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill
All they do is bury, bury, bury, bury y'all
I don't give no fucks
Shut the fuck up when i'm talking
I come from that bottom where shit grimy and shit ugly (Bottom)
What's up in this cup that shit dark that shit muddy
Said that that's your bitch but she gone fuck for this money
Fuck for this money man you ain't getting no money
I'm all up in the trap house from money to sunday
They say that the trap dead
That shit cap this shit ain't over
Auntie them they fuck with us
We cook it with no soda
Cook it with no soda
Don't try it i'm a toter (Toter)
I was on the campus trapping you can smell the odor (Smell)
I need that bread up front ain't shit getting fronted (Nah)
Having real exotic my zips 400 (400)
Up that shit and bust it (Bust it)
You run off n**** i'm gunning
Don't play with me you dummy (Dummy)
I'm a savage about that money (Money)
Get them packs and bust em
Amiri jeans we stuff em (Stuff)
And i got like 50 bags sitting in my duffel (Duffel)
Get it off the muscle (Woah)
N***** ain't got no hustle (Nahh)
This glizzy like a pedophile he try it we gonna touch him (Bust em)
Try it we gonna bust em, send his ass to god
I don't give no fucks
Shut the fuck up when i'm talking
I come from that bottom where shit grimy and shit ugly (Bottom)
What's up in this cup that shit dark that shit muddy
Said that that's your bitch but she gone fuck for this money
Fuck for this money man you ain't getting no money
I'm all up in the trap house from money to sunday
They say that the trap dead
That shit cap this shit ain't over
Auntie them they fuck with us
We cook it with no soda
Cook it with no soda

Written by:
Kevin Bailey

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