Trap Do - 9lokkNine, Rich The Kid

Walkin' 'round on my in my Duffy

Pull up on a nigga on a motherfucking Huffy

Ha, ayy, keep that

Bow-bow-bow, bow-bow-bow

We could talk numbers, what yo trap do?

Ps go for six, zips go for two

Uh, we could be some sinners and just trap you

30 hang, Luol Deng on that MAC too

Ooh, I was tryna keep it cordial with 'em

He from the other side, he flaggin' to them other niggas

He chargin' three for a P, tryna bubble with 'em

Small force show a shooter how to play center

I guess he thought he was gon' eat something, fold up his dinner

Smoke getting to his lungs, don’t want no cancer with him

And I’m condemning all that ho shit 'cause I’m a nigga

Our people finna ride a wave, bouncin' off the dribble

Finna buff, I got bottle, we gon' bust somethin'

That ain’t fifty out that Glizzy that’s a whole hunnid

My lil' round, poppin' rounds, he do no clutchin'

He got bodies in his belt, strikes to show for it

We gon' keep this shit straight like I’m goin' forward

My niggas don’t do snitchin' or no awards

Pistol grippin', he a felon, showin' no remorse

I had to shoot that bitch with anger and brute force

A nigga said Lil' Nine snitchin', whose the source?

Trey, Trey, Scottie Pippen when I do tour

I matured, I remember I was immature

Rich nigga, I remember I was fuckin' poor

We could talk numbers, what yo trap do?

(What it do)

Ps go for six, zips go for two

Uh, we could be some sinners and just trap you (Come here)

30 hang, Luol Deng on that MAC too

Ooh, I was tryna keep it cordial with 'em

He from the other side, he flaggin' to them other niggas

He chargin' three for a P, tryna bubble with 'em (Come here)

Small force show a shooter how to play center

I guess he thought he was gon' eat something, fold up his dinner

Smoke getting to his lungs don’t want no cancer with him

And I’m condemning all that ho shit 'cause I’m a nigga

Our people finna ride a wave, bouncin' off the dribble

I’ma show you what that trap do (Trap do)

Finesse a nigga, hit 'em with that rabbit food (Rabbit food)

I run the M’s up and they ain’t have a clue (They ain’t have a clue)

I told my bitch I fucked her, she want fuck her too (She want fuck her too)

My young nigga pull up, let the choppa loose (Blatt)

But they ain’t even catch 'em, they ain’t have the proof (They ain’t have the

proof)

Ain’t no playin' with my grandma, she know voodoo (She know voodoo)

I’m still walkin' with a stick, the boss might shoot you

Ps go for ten and zips go for three

I’m the fuckin' C.E.O., so you can talk to me (Speak up nigga)

I can take yo check 'cause he ain’t got it right (Got it right)

Yeah, you got the green but you ain’t got the white

We could talk numbers, what yo trap do?

Ps go for six, zips go for two

Uh, we could be some sinners and just trap you

30 hang, Luol Deng on that MAC too

Ooh, I was tryna keep it cordial with 'em

He from the other side, he flaggin' to them other niggas

He chargin' three for a P, tryna bubble with 'em

Small force show a shooter how to play center

I guess he thought he was gon' eat something, fold up his dinner

Smoke getting to his lungs don’t want no cancer with him

And I’m condemning all that ho shit 'cause I’m a nigga

Our people finna ride a wave, bouncin' off the dribble