Trap Luv
Rick Ross
Trap Luv 歌词
I'm in a jungle
Lions tigers and gorillas and shit nigga
It's a lot of monkey ass niggas out here
Too 'lotta hustle nigga Rules laws strategy
10 million dollars later
I'm a blessing nigga
How a nigga rich but still stressing nigga
Glock 40 Smith Wesson nigga
Streets will never ever stop testing niggas
Youngin' give 'em a head shot
Send a message nigga part rapper
Part goon
Still finessing nigga I believe in hustle
I don't f**k with luck
And it's f**k em kill em all
If they don't f**k with us them three letters mean a lot boy
Sacrifices cocaine mafia
Double check the prices
Niggas killing niggas like they got a license
Niggas crossing over like they
Allen Iverson f**k that iPhone 6
They be tracking niggas I'm about to get a beeper
Fade to black on niggas Gotti
Goodnight
I'm gone I be back when they quit living through phones
When niggas put the gram down and pick the grams up
You got follows but no dollars man that shit ain't adding up nah
And all the dirt I done
All the bricks I sold I can't sleep at night
Paranoid it shows I be strapped on stage
F**k the award show
Cause I shoot this bitch up and only god knows
Yeah like I told you a long time ago fam
Y'all gon' hold it against you
I keep fighting doing this to y'all
Every time I get something in the mail
Whether it's favorable or not from the courts
I keep putting it down because y'all are my motivation
I appreciate the love
Niggas riding gold rims and they mama po'
And they kill a family member for that envelope
I'm the Lionel Richie to these
Commodores we flip pies to franchising
Dominoes I speak for dope boys every track
I'm on until this day my people never rat or told posted 20 in
I'm talking fed pen
The line between us both have gained so very thin
Amongst my boys of WEB Du Bois Souls of black folk
To hustle wasn't a choice
Rap game everybody skimming off the top
F**k interest as long as you pull it
Off the lock hoes on the f**k
Haters wanna hate certified sack boy
Black Ronald Reagan double m no longer
That Buick regal money nickel rock niggas
So don't make me put a kilo on it
Negotiating for it or either we take it
Niggas even shooting choppers in a f**kin' cadence
Fell out with some people
That I still love
I guess that's how it goes when it's real blood
I remember counting cash standing in the trap
I turned my hat to the back
Had a hundred stacks 60 m's later and 300 tax
Still losing weight with the south on my back nigga
I pray you play by the rules I came so close to the edge
I pray you play by the rules I came so close to the edge
I pray you play by the rules I came so close to the edge
I pray you play by the rules
Ain't no mercy young nigga
It's the jungle locs
And I pray you rich forever Gotti
I pray you rich forever
All my niggas I pray you rich forever
When you smokin' and you vibin' to this shit
I pray you rich forever my nigga hood billionaire