Fredo Santana - Trap Spot lyrics

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where we come from? what we grew up around? I grew up around some trap spots This Chicago nigga

You comin in make sure them doors locked

Squad!

Hook:

I grew up around some trap spots

Coming in, make sure them doors locked

this my spot, try to rob and get shot,

them fens cop,know it's money when them doors knock

stove top, two bird's cooked in one pot

red dots, 30 shots and black glocks

the hood hot, move my spot to a new spot

same block different crib where the cash spot

I got it late night around half hot

I grew up around some trap spots

early mornings, late nights with it

couldn't sleep I had to fight with it,

in trap that had mice in it, plugs steady price shiftin

in the kitchen white whippin, fact it was the right weight, whole team hands on, yeah we love cake

can't sit around and wait so we paper chase,

Wasn't never givin shit so we trapped the make,

and since they ain't giving then we quick to take,

taking trips over east, meets by the lake

I give him cash, he give me bags, then we split our ways,

trap spot shit, bitch I'm in the trap for days

I'm in the hood cash spot just to block away

stay strapped you better play it safe, guard the money with my life so I'm shootin if you try to take

traps spot shit, bitch I'm in the trap for days

I guard the money with my life, I shoot if you try to take

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Real street nigga, I was born in a trap spot,

mixin dope, baggin rocks in the trap spot,

Gino got the glock so, we don't keep this door lock

gotta watch these faces, some of these niggas be cops,

try an buy work, but really taking snap shots

that's why I keep a mask on, when I'm in the trap spot,

try to rob me and I'm giving out face shots

my traps still open, even when the jakes hot,

couple months switch house's i dont do the same spot,

eatin noodles, cooking dope, damn in the same pot,

first of the month, holiday if you trapping hard,

gotta be smart and you gotta have heart,

keep a gun when it's dark, run up on me let it spark

see this trap life shit, man you bound to be a fellon if

you ain't talking money you can't fit up in my schedule,

I let my money talk, but you put this pistol to your temple

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I grew up in the trap house, one stove, four pots

cook the whole thing, until it turn rock,

some prefer in the microwave, I prefer a pot

Ill buy a whole brick nigga, I prefer a lot

three hundred is the team bitch, and we run the blocks,

we'll run up in your spot, lay it down, take the blocks

I'm doing beats till I drop, count guap totein jocks

from your bitch I want top, ridin around foreign drops bitch

catch me if you can, took with me you get shot,

you know play you'll get popped, I'm out here on the block,

nigga lying man they not, I can trust em swear they cops

snitch on me, you get shot, man down fuck the ops,

three hundred is the mob, and we some young trap stars,

three hundred o-block, well be trapping non-stop.

we be gettin it round the clock, will be all on the block

and the stove and the ally, tryin to get it round the clock.

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I jus went off on my connect

quarter millie off on his neck

flexin like he won a lottery check,

bitch don't give me respect,

seven thirty my way or get the tec

kill them nigga for nothing but the set

northside cat, 2012 vet, exotic pet

red bone wife, red bottoms and all that

what's next, kill the mini van, all black,

masked up, Make sure we all strapped,

now we finna the land, lights out savage you bout around

'cause when we come to surveillance you a champ,

we gonna have to vamp,

sosa say he got one hell of a camp

give me a molly, a blunt and I'm out

8 balls going for 150, straight drock, come fuck me,

high speed super dirty doin 160

big gun with me, 'cause I ain't going back.

I got a 40, a scale , and 5 zips of crack

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Thanks to Thomas for correcting these lyrics

Thanks to Thomas for correcting these lyrics