trapper of the year - lane gang wells lyrics
[intro: hustleman quise]
(billy, what you cooking up?)
uh, uh, uh
[chorus: hustleman quise]
dope boy d*ckies, i ain’t with the dressin’ weird
hard to hear ’em talkin’ down with all these karats in my ear
rose gold, sh*t lookin’ orange, you know all my karats clear
feel like jeezy early 2000s, i’m trapper of the year
dope boy d*ckies, i ain’t with the dressin’ weird
hard to hear ’em talkin’ down with all these karats in my ear
rose gold, sh*t lookin’ orange, you know all my karats clear
feel like jeezy early 2000s, i’m trapper of the year
[verse 1: hustleman quise]
brown box, bubba wrapped, tell ups endorse me
this that type of monеy’ll make your momma friends wanna f*ck you
i won’t babysit thesе bubbas, phone ring, another customer
yellow c8 with the big f, this b*tch the same color as mustard
scammers wasn’t givin’ sauce, so i turned into a hustler
she used to work a regular job, but i done turned her to a stuffer
just book a flight, came from the ‘jects, but now i f*ck on hoes, from russia
i won’t hang if he don’t get off, i ain’t f*ckin’ with no suckers, uh
[chorus: hustleman quise]
dope boy d*ckies, i ain’t with the dressin’ weird
hard to hear ’em talkin’ down with all these karats in my ear
rose gold, sh*t lookin’ orange, you know all my karats clear
feel like jeezy early 2000s, i’m trapper of the year
dope boy d*ckies, i ain’t with the dressin’ weird
hard to hear ’em talkin’ down with all these karats in my ear
rose gold, sh*t lookin’ orange, you know all my karats clear
feel like jeezy early 2000s, i’m trapper of the year
[verse 2: lane gang wells]
real street n*gga, it’s a hundred just to talk
everytime i take a step, chain swing when i walk
won a heisman in the trap, know my stats like marshall faulk
plug ain’t have to front me nothin’, everything i got was bought
i’m a dope boy, i ain’t into wearin’ clothes
i ain’t have to sign a deal just to get my neck froze
everyday i’m doin’ deals like i’m walmart or lowe’s
if the rap don’t work, then i’m back to sellin’ ‘bows
[verse 3: hustleman quise]
used to dub me in the gap, now she mad ’cause i won’t f*ck her
i was hustlin’, i wasn’t lucky, boxes got my neck chunky
i hope god forgive me ’cause i still be servin’ ’em on sunday
i be spendin’ this sh*t careless ’cause i got some more comin’
‘vette sittin’ too low, took it back and told them lift it
p chain, but ain’t from philly, in the trap i made a k!llin’
get ’em off, don’t babysit ’em, i might frame the vacuum sealer
get ’em off don’t babysit ’em, i might frame the vacuum sealer
[chorus: hustleman quise]
dope boy d*ckies, i ain’t with the dressin’ weird
hard to hear ’em talkin’ down with all these karats in my ear
rose gold, sh*t lookin’ orange, you know all my karats clear
feel like jeezy early 2000s, i’m trapper of the year
dope boy d*ckies, i ain’t with the dressin’ weird
hard to hear ’em talkin’ down with all these karats in my ear
rose gold, sh*t lookin’ orange, you know all my karats clear
feel like jeezy early 2000s, i’m trapper of the year
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