Joey Trap Lyrics
Gotta hustle to get out the crib (Traphouse Mob)
How could you hate on a kid?
Trappin' ain't unfair, yeah (Luca on the track)
Trappin' ain't unfair (A Lau on this bitch)
Trappin' ain't unfair, you gotta hustle to get out the grid
Bitch, you on welfare, how in the fuck could you hate on the kid?
I'm on stealth mode, SRT, the Hellcat
She a bad bitch, it ain't fake, her ass fake
We on beast mode, show you where that base at
Shorty, don't play with that
I probably don't got the safe on the gat, huh
I gotta stay with the strap
Riding in my new Mercedes in fact, huh
I'm like the president
Diamonds on me president
Sippin' Activist, had to quit back for my health though
Niggas make bad decisions
Play with the money like tags and ribbons, huh
Nigga, I tagged the chicken
Flip out the pack to a thousand niggas
Thousand niggas hating on me without thousands in they bank, haha
Trappin' ain't unfair, you gotta hustle to get out the grid, huh
Bitch, you on welfare, how in the fuck could you hate on the kid?
I'm on self mode, I'm on stealth mode
Trappin' ain't unfair, you gotta hustle to get out the grid
Bitch, you on welfare, how in the fuck could you hate on the kid?
I'm on stealth mode, SRT, the Hellcat
She a bad bitch, it ain't fake, her ass fake
We on beast mode, show you where that base at
Shorty, don't play with that
I probably don't got the safe on the gat, huh
I gotta stay with the strap
Riding in my new Mercedes in fact, huh
I'm like the president
Diamonds on me president
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