Chris Ford - Trappin lyrics
rate mefeat. D2
Call me Chris Ford, I’m a motherfucking fool
My flow a bit cold but my swag hella cool
Bitches on my dick ‘cause I got that gold hair
I say stupid shit but I really don’t care
You lame niggas hate me, but I am the shit
Got a black whip, so all the hoes on my dick
My nigga D2, we smoking big blunts
We cool country niggas, and bitch, we do it stuntin’
Try to fuck a nigga, they all fucking high
Skinny jeans, gold chain, bitch, man, I’mma fly
You niggas looking funny but I am getting money
I’m swaged up, you broke nigga you burn me
Look, my name is Chris Ford, I said it already, nigga
I drive a Ford, man, motherfucker, that Chevy, nigga, man, Chris Ford
Nigga, man, I’m high, man, I don’t give a fuck, nigga
I’m ‘bout to end my verse ‘cause my nigga D2, you that nigga, hot
Yeah, I be rapping, yeah, I be trapping
You niggas say you ‘bout that life, y’all niggas acting
You say you get money, but that ain’t really happening
I be killing beats, so paper’s what I’m stacking
Yeah, I be rapping, yeah, I be trapping
Yeah, I be rapping, yeah, I be trapping
You niggas say you ‘bout that life, y’all niggas acting
You say you get money, but that ain’t really happening
I be on that rock shit, I be trap shit
Them niggas that be with me they be on that grind shit
We don’t play no games, don’t fuck around and get smoked
You niggas talking ‘bout you balling, y’all niggas broke
I remember when they said a nigga couldn’t rap
I remember when they said I couldn’t run the trap
They said I want that nigga, I remember that
But now the same niggas wanna give a nigga gap
Silicone ass niggas, y’all bitches fake
You the type that say what’s up but when I leave, hate
Don’t get mad ‘cause I fucked your baby mama
Now I’m the shit, you are not, that’s karma
Call me D2, I am that god
I be smoking gas, two chains, no lie
Every single day I be hella high
I stay getting money, I don’t even gotta try
Yeah, I be rapping, yeah, I be trapping
You niggas say you ‘bout that life, y’all niggas acting
You say you get money, but that ain’t really happening
I be killing beats, so paper’s what I’m stacking
Yeah, I be rapping, yeah, I be trapping
Yeah, I be rapping, yeah, I be trapping
You niggas say you ‘bout that life, y’all niggas acting
You say you get money, but that ain’t really happening