Moneymarr Trap Anthem
[Intro]
(Uh)
(Brrt)
(Trap hard, boy, you ain't trappin' hard enough)
Ayy, Cheecho, uh
Uh
[Chorus]
Trap hard, say you trappin' hard?
Nigga, you don't trap enough
Hunnid bags on a truck
West-coast load comin' in through the mail, yeah, them packages stuffed
If it's up then it's stuck
Fuck around with them opp niggas, shit get you plucked
Slide through, drop shots, couple niggas got crushed
If you beefin' with me, keep that shit on the hush
Heard he said he ain't f..ckin' with me? I ain't ask a nigga
We in them hot cars, 'bout to go smash a nigga
Brodie just came home, geekin' and taggin'
And I'm up off them bags, I ain't gotta bag a nigga
Say that you with me? You ain't
I been beefin' so hard, put the paint where it ain't
Stuffed deep in the field, bitch, I feel like a saint
20 piece in my pocket, walked straight out the bank
[Verse]
I'm bringin' the vibes with mе to the city
I fly out to Cali, now I'm in a Maybach
Opp niggas hatin' on me, I ain't worried 'bout that
In thе hills with my feet up, I'm laid back
One up on me? I get one up on you
Man, I swear this shit gon' get way deeper than payback
Don't put your trust into none of these niggas
The niggas who snake you be comin' from way back (Uh)
My young niggas ain't with the rumblin'
Got a problem? Address it, I ain't with the mumblin'
If I whip out this Drac', niggas gon' get to tumblin'
Free them niggas locked up on the unit out Cumberland
Rackzo shit, got them bags, bags, bags
Slide in the Audi, do digital dash
Smoke cloud up in my face, can't crash
Can't hide in them trenches, yeah, we on yo' ass
You ain't f..ckin' wit' Cheecho, you ain't f..ckin' wit' me
Let a nigga come play, choppa louder than beats
Smoke exotic, get high, gotta take me a seat
That lil' money you got? Make that shit in my sleep
Walk down, walk down, I'm 'bout to creep
You can call me the goat, yeah, them lil' niggas sheep
Don't forget I'm not duckin' or hidin' from beef
Send a shot to his gut, ball him up like a sheet
[Chorus]
Trap hard, say you trappin' hard?
Nigga, you don't trap enough
Hunnid bags on a truck
West-coast load comin' in through the mail, yeah, them packages stuffed
If it's up then it's stuck
Fuck around with them opp niggas, shit get you plucked
Slide through, drop shots, couple niggas got crushed
If you beefin' with me, keep that shit on the hush
Heard he said he ain't f..ckin' with me? I ain't ask a nigga
We in them hot cars, 'bout to go smash a nigga
Brodie just came home, geekin' and taggin'
And I'm up off them bags, I ain't gotta bag a nigga
Say that you with me? You ain't
I been beefin' so hard, put the paint where it ain't
Stuffed deep in the field, bitch, I feel like a saint
20 piece in my pocket, walked straight out the bank