Young Niggas Trappin' - Philthy Rich, Tadoe, Lil AJ

Young nigga trappin

Young nigga trappin

Young nigga trappin out the fucking hallways

Gotta toat dracs, Glocks, sticks all day

Me and Tadoe make a hundred, fuck a play

Served a hundred J’s, and I’m out the trap house

Young nigga trappin out the fucking halways

Young nigga trappin out the fucking hallways

Young nigga trappin

Young nigga trappin

Young nigga trappin

nigga smoke is shit

Yeah that bullshit

OG cookies, nigga and a backwood

Hit the block,

Nigga we gon smoke his ass

Like a swisher nigga,

Don’t try to cop an AMG,

You know how I’m coming

You know how I want it

I’m in the trap in the hallways counting

It’s Glo Gang summer

I think it’s squad summer

Niggas steady hate on us, cause we doing numbers

A hundred fifty thou

In them blue bucks

I’m in a blue

spent a couple thou

this is not no

You a fucking you a fucking cookie

If you was posted on the block, I’ll take your cookies

Nigga that’s what it is

Run up in the trap, tell a nigga give it up

with the motherfucking

I ain’t miss a nigga, Imma hit him in his shit

talking shit

fucked your main bitch

Passed to Tadoe, fucked the gang bitch

Know how we coming

Know how we bumming

Big big know how we rocking

Big bitch, shit

Hundreds all on us, undreds

Riding in the summer

Riding on them hummers

Riding in a jeap,

Know we doing numbers

Knowing that we touring

Knowing that we

Kowing that we rocking

Knowing rocking

And we keep Glocks, so this nigga

Shoot him in his neck, now shoot him in his face

We don’t give a fuck, nigga get erased

Young nigga trappin

Young nigga trappin

Young nigga trappin out the fucking hallways

Gotta toat dracs, Glocks, sticks all day

Me and Tadoe make a hundred, fuck a play

Served a hundred J’s, and I’m out the trap house

Young nigga trappin out the fucking halways

Young nigga trappin out the fucking hallways

Young nigga trappin

Young nigga trappin

If we talking racks, ten in my pocket right now

30 on my hip, rest in peace Big Glo

I’m that nigga in my section, yeah I get it poppin

Everytime I cop a new whip, bitches panties droppin

I had a 650, and I had a trap

We talking Coupe shit, rest in peace

When the Glock speak, yeah

Aired his ass out he was an easy target

We all in money, yeah we gloed up

Everytime I you know we pouring 4's up

We keep it lit, from the Bay to L. A

Big uzi in the stash, back seat is the K

We keep it lit, for that nigga

40 on my hip I keep it on me

When it get to boppin, niggas better pick sides

Mr. Nice Guy

Eh Mr. Nice Guy

Nigga the Wraith doors suicide

Slide down my block, that’s suicide

Nigga won’t make it through the night

I’m in with

Off the syrup, fucking caught a body

Sem City Ice City

The K hold a hundred fifty

The IA cost a hundred fifty

All this ice cost a hundred fifty

Rest in peace to Big Glo

Eh rest in peace to Capo

Rest in peace to

Got your main bitch choosing

I’m freestyling in the booth bitch

I heard them niggas got loose lips

Young nigga trappin

Young nigga trappin

Young nigga trappin out the fucking hallways

Gotta toat dracs, Glocks, sticks all day

Me and Tadoe make a hundred, fuck a play

Served a hundred J’s, and I’m out the trap house

Young nigga trappin out the fucking halways

Young nigga trappin out the fucking hallways

Young nigga trappin

Young nigga trappin