Skippa Da Flippa - Trap Season lyrics

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Trap in the snow, trap in the rain

Trap in a blizzard, I trap in a hurricane

I got to get this money, got to get this money

I got to get this money, got to get this money

Trap in the snow, trap in the rain

Hurricane, wrist hurricane

I’m Skippa da Flippa, I’m flippin’ the bricks ,

Back then I was hitting them licks

Now I’m so plugged in, call Skippa if you need bricks

AR 15, my uncle took me to the kitchen, showed me a 15

I didn’t know what that mean

Start working my wrist, so long that my nose bleed

Christmas is coming up

I’m thanking the lord no more bad Christmas Eve

I’m spoiling my daughter, my mother

I threw an OG gas OG gas Christmas tree

Bands, they curing my brothers

My homies be cool and watch over each other

Or I ship it in latex

Guess it and bring the rubbers

Now I’m flexed up like boflex

I made that thing light when I first touch the pyrex

Acting not watching, kicked my first door and I found me a Rolex

Trap in the snow, trap in the rain

Trap in a blizzard, I trap in a hurricane

I got to get this money, got to get this money

I got to get this money, got to get this money

Playing with the water like a life guard, splash

Cook it up fresh like a dope boy, fresh

Trap out the house with no grass in the front

Still got a gallon of gas back in the back porch

Riding round getting all cuties

32 shots in the uzi

Yes I’m a dealer in Mason Margiellas

Fuck with me and flippa could whip up loaded

Yes I’m a criminal, I’m smelling like crack, no perfuming

I’m busting that pack,

Watching the door while they are intruders

You know I got bricks and they packing the tooly

The pot is so big it look like a Jacuzzi

You play with the paper I pull up and shoot you

I’m winning while living the life of a loser

Trap in the snow, trap in the rain

Trap in a blizzard, I trap in a hurricane

I got to get this money, got to get this money

I got to get this money, got to get this money

Trapping up, racing the snow

Trapping the bullet and a boat

I got to go get the monefa

I’m riding around with the bricks in the beamer

Quavo the …, do not shop with him because my price is cheaper

Diamonds [up on the triple beam

When you walk in the trap you get cabin fever

Look at my wrist, man my wrist a bleeder

When I play with the dope it’s like pizzeria

Golden D arches to get mamacita

I stop in Italy to get mama mias

Finger fuck the pot, I do it for real

I put the gas back in the vacuum seal

Most of you niggas don’t know how I live

Whip up the dope on the George Foreman grill

Trap in the snow, trap in the rain

Trap in a blizzard, I trap in a hurricane

I got to get this money, got to get this money

I got to get this money, got to get this money

Go get the monefa