LP Da Original - Fresh Out Da Trap lyrics

rate me

Yeah, yeah, it's LP

This is for my in da hood

Hustlin', tryin to get a dolla, G7

Fresh out da trap uh

Fresh out da trap uh

By the end of the night

Double my stack huh

(Repeat x3)

The fiend came to me, she said she wanna eighty

I looked at her big belly, bout to have a baby

I said damn, yeah this is gettin' real

But I chipped her, if I don't then anotha will

It's such a shame but that's the game

It's LP if you didn't know my name

I ain't in it for the cars, pays and fame

I do this for the hood, man I'm tired of this pain

So kick back and start crushin' your dime sac

Clothes still smellin', I just finished a nine pack

I'm in the hood, where them roogers and nines at

Catch me grindin', where the fiends be sniffin' their lines at

Fresh out da trap, uh

Fresh out da trap uh

By the end of the night

Double my stack huh

(Repeat x3)

Blunt in my lips, dope in my cheeks

Plus the feds cruising around, cash in my sneaks, uh

The block hot, like jerk chicken from grandma

Watch how you approach your boy, use your manners

I go hard for my city, cause I par wit' my mini

Getting dirty money, just like Diddy, yeah

Rex in the place, tech in the bag

And every hood gotta feel my swag

We chip dope buy the zips, and we loc with fifth

Get close and lip, your bitch on my dick, yeah

Henny and a yeah, only makin hits, yeah

I aint gonna stop till a young rich, yeah

Fresh out da trap uh

Fresh out da trap uh

By the end of the night

Double my stack huh

(Repeat x3)