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Act Broke Get Rich - Trap Sh T Lyrics

Trap Sh*t Lyrics[Intro]
(Avii, this is nice)
(Turn this shit up, Brazy)

[Chorus]
Ayy, trap shit all I know (Jugg), I get it in, that's on the daily (The daily)
Yeah, traphouse poppin' (Yeah) just like crack in the '80s (Poppin')
Lil' bitch blowin' my line up, wanna have a nigga baby (She do)
Lil' bitch see me goin' up, she must think a nigga crazy (Yeah)
In the 'burbs with a honey bun, feelin' like I'm Wizz
Niggas hate you when you up, gotta move different when you rich like this (Nigga)
Several spots, niggas popcorn, shootin', don't know which house to hit (Which house)
They say more money more problems, I ain't trippin', that what come with this

[Verse]
Took a couple losses, I ain't trippin', nigga, I'm built for this (I ain't trippin')
Shakin' these hoes off me, she just want somе benefits (Slow down)
Thinkin' I'ma give hеr somethin', look ma', I can't give you shit (Uh-uh)
Only thing I'm givin' to a ho is some hard dick (Boom)
Ayy, lil' ma, yeah, you bad, but ain't no Boston Richie, I can't trick off
I'm a real dope boy, trap nigga, I be gettin' off (Yeah)
Niggas trap like turtle, moving slow, they ain't gettin' off (They ain't gettin' off)
Look, you the type to throw a rock and hide your hand, that'll get you knocked off (Pussy)
Juggin' and finessin', came a long way, now I'm big boss (Get it)
For a lil' nothin', have my young nigga come get you (Pussy)
Yeah, have your ass on a shirt, now everybody miss you
Yeah, got your mama cryin', all she got left is pictures (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Ayy, trap shit all I know (Jugg), I get it in, that's on the daily (The daily)
Yeah, traphouse poppin' (Yeah) just like crack in the '80s (Poppin')
Lil' bitch blowin' my line up, wanna have a nigga baby (She do)
Lil' bitch see me goin' up, she must think a nigga crazy (Yeah)
In the 'burbs with a honey bun, feelin' like I'm Wizz
Niggas hate you when you up, gotta move different when you rich like this (Nigga)
Several spots, niggas popcorn, shootin', don't know which house to hit (Which house)
They say more money more problems, I ain't trippin', that what come with this