Chris Ford - Trappin lyrics

rate me

feat. 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