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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rich The Kid
Rich The Kid
Vocals
Rico Love
Rico Love
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Diego Avendano
Diego Avendano
Songwriter
Dimitri Roger
Dimitri Roger
Songwriter
Richard Preston Butler Jr
Richard Preston Butler Jr
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rico Love
Rico Love
Producer
Diego Avendano
Diego Avendano
Producer

Lyrics

All my niggas still trappin' gotta whip it hard (trap, trap) From the bottom, made a milli' on the boulevard (milli') Breakin' a pot and I bring it back (bring it back) I hit the jug and I made a sack In the kitchen with the pitching, it was hard work (hard work) Ran off on the plug like four times Only nigga that was trappin' bought a Bentley Bitch suck dick good, bought her Fendi I'm a jug by your niggas definition (jug) Walk around with a hunnid, I'ma flexer (that's a hunnid) In the trap, where I made it at (made it at) If the brick don't come with a stamp, I'ma bring it back (bring it back) Scrapin' the pot for the extras (scrapin') Twistin' your bitch like a pretzel (woo) I'ma stay on the stove like a tea kettle (tea kettle) In the 'Rari got a red bottom on the pedal Trappin' so hard, I might be rich in the mornin' (trap, trap, trap) Trappin' so hard, I might be rich in the mornin' (what?) Pick up your bra, drop off that bitch in the mornin' (your bitch) Trappin' so hard, I might be rich in the mornin' Trappin' so hard, hard, hard, hard Hard, hard, hard Hard, hard, hard, hard Trappin' so hard, hard, hard, hard Hard, hard, hard Hard, hard, hard, hard Turn the lights on In the trap, no lights on (lights on) Got too many snakes, mo'fucka, you a python (you a python) Too much drank, gotta pour it up (drank) At the bank with a tank, I'ma blow it up Got a bitch with a muzzle head slap (skrrt) Young nigga runnin' from the paparazzi (young nigga) Telephone ring, gotta catch a plane (brrt) I been in the trap like everyday (trap) Bad bitch, fuck her and jump off (jump off) Pull up in the coupe with her panties off (in the coupe) I been trappin' so hard Walk around with the cash I don't need a fuckin' debit card (debit card) Who's steady workin' that would hate (that would hate) I got shooters with the Uzis and the Haitians (pew, pew) I was in the kitchen makin' baby (baby) I got all white hail like the '80s Trappin' so hard, I might be rich in the mornin' (trap, trap, trap) Trappin' so hard, I might be rich in the mornin' (what?) Pick up your bra, drop off that bitch in the mornin' (your bitch) Trappin' so hard, I might be rich in the mornin' Trappin' so hard, hard, hard, hard Hard, hard, hard Hard, hard, hard, hard Trappin' so hard, hard, hard, hard Hard, hard, hard Hard, hard, hard, hard Turn the lights on
Writer(s): Dimitri Roger, Rico Love, Diego Javier Avendano Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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