Trappers & Shooters E

Production. Yeah. Ay, see now I'm home. But you know, you gotta make gangster music, You feel me? Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. I was hanging with the shooters and My mudda never knew. Hiding hammers in the house, She ain't even have a clue. Ten nine four five, I ain't never had a Deuce. Gang banging yutes, yeah, that's just the way I grew. I was hanging with the trappers and My mudda never knew. Posted on them corners, Yeah, I started with the crew. In and out the crack house, I can still Smell the fuse. I want it bust down so I gotta bust a move. Yeah, I bang with the shooters, got money with The trap boys. Shit got slow, I started plotting With the jackboys. Came with a 'nam, where the fuck you was At, boy? When reals got into war with them Boy and that boy. I'm the real bad boy, Feel like Puff. Turn an ounce to a buck So I can feel like Buck. Go against me, you will get touched. That's a fact, motherfucker. I beg you, don't call my bluff. Huh, damn, homie. I'm fresh home, I'm still the man, homie. What the fuck happened to me? Nothing. You ain't a shooter, nigga, you ain't never Squeezed or something. You ain't a trap nigga, you Ain't even peeled an onion. Stop fronting, uh, you ain't about this life. I'm a five-star general, I can count my stripes. And broad day boots, I still get out at Night. And I'm deading all the haters when I Sound my pipe. I was hanging with the shooters And my mudda never knew. Hiding hammers in the house, she ain't even have A clue. Ten nine four five, I ain't never Had a deuce. Gang banging yutes, yeah, That's just the way I grew. I was hanging with the trappers and my mudda Never knew. Posted on them corners, Yeah, I started with the crew. In and out the crack house, I can still Smell the fuse. I want it bust down so I gotta bust a move. Camber where they made me, Pecknarm where they Raised me. Niggas can't play me, my niggas go Crazy. Real niggas rate man, fuck niggas hate me. Hoes don't like man, but the bad bitches rate Me. Damn, homie. There's something that you gotta understand, homie. I'm the man with the plan, homie. You ain't gang, you can't hang where I hang, Homie. Hit the yard, you gotta bang, homie. Fight to see a next day. You're a worker so you're broke till your next Pay. Shit, I seen more bones than a X-ray. And I was stressed, I caught that next case. Who's causing scenes on the yard? Actors. I lay that nigga flat like my mattress. Me and T, two pulled paths on a ash Spliff. Weed scarce, I had to stretch, Elastic. I was hanging with the shooters and my Mudda never knew. Hiding hammers in the house, She ain't even have clue. Ten nine four five, I ain't never had a Deuce. Gang banging yutes, yeah, that's just the way I grew. I was hanging with the trappers and My mudda never knew. Posted on them corners, Yeah, I started with the crew. In and out the crack house, I can still Smell the fuse. I want it bust down so I gotta bust a move.