Ex Trapper

I'm a hustlin' mothafucka

This that menace, drop the track, now bring that bitch back

I'm a hustlin' mothafucka

Let me, let me, let me tell y'all somethin' about a ex-trapper, nigga

All facts, no fiction

I'm a hustlin' mothafucka who come straight out the gutter

I know these niggas hate to see how I shine

I put my city on my back and when it got me some racks

Now you bitches, y'all gon' pay for my time, respect my mind

I'm posted up, I be out here, you pull up, you see me out here

Glock 10 in in my jacket, strap nasty, man, I'm really him all white classics on

Really like to play the Tim's

Eat no Southern Classic in my trap, watchin' above the rim

You know I play above the rim, my plug just touched another M

Every time they send it, it's like, pew, get it outta here

Know I get a lot of them, I done touched a lot of them

Asked my nigga hat we had the sitter, I'm supplying them

From codeine to X-Pills, Xanax, and Morph scripts

Pullin' up in Bossier on Lil' Tooley droppin' off shit bossier, P.D, study watchin, don't Get the house hit

Anything they put in our hands, we get it off quick

Big dog boss shit niggas know I talk shit

Play with me, get chalked bitch, leave blood on your outfit

Real player ask ya hoe your bitch, know I talk slick

I can make ya hoe flip a bow bring me the profit

The way a nigga preach to the streets, call me a prophet

Man, I go berserk on these beats, menace bets stop me

I'm the trendin' topic, they watch me and try to copy

I'm the nigga poppin, go tell them boys I'm the hottest

Hold up, brand new Glock, when I pop it, it make a bitch fold up

Big ol' knots in my pockets, my shit look like a boulder

Made a hundred in profit, I had my block sold up

Fifty bricks in my Honda, I'm Mr. Beat, the road up

This shit facts, nonfiction, I'm Mr. Let Ya Hold Some

Nigga, purchase a half, then I'm gon' throw a whole one

Bitches lovin' my swag like, where you get your clothes from

I was deep in my bag, bitch, I cut up for four summers

Trackhawk, movin' fast in traffic, I'm a roadrunner

Got stuffy on side, man, servin' all the nose runners

Versace my boxers, bitch, I'm a underclothes junkie

That big Gold' Cuban, you know I spent a load on it

With a big Gold bracelet, Medallion Mercedes

That was back in the trap, that's how I spent when I made it

Now I diamond my teeth, yeah, diamond my wrist

Van Cleef, my bitch, I done got sick with this shit

Out the trenches, I made it, I know too many can't say it

Went from trapper to rapper, and now I stand with the Greatest

I understand that they hate it, I stand over your play with me

Plus my cousin Big Step, he'll still bust that K bout me

Still make you lay by me, that's on bigg, he don't play by me

I'm gon' run this shit up, cause what I did ain't enough

Don't give a fuck how you did it, bitch, you ain't do it like us

My nigga KD sowed the city up from out his one truck

Ex-trapper, nigga