Laker by TME Trigga Lyrics
[Hook] x2
Trap money shit had to get me some paper
Bitch you hate now I can't fuck with you later
I'm in a class I can see my curator
I was down bad had to grind like a skater
He think he bad that ain't shit to a racer
Why the fuck you mad I can see that you haters
Go get a bag and stop asking for favors
Purple and yellow mixed up like a Laker
[Verse 1]
Why the fuck you hate on me someone ion know
Think I got history fucking his hoe
I was 15 but I stay with a pole
When I turned 16 I thought I was grown
**inaudible** I'm 17 clear out a show **inaudible** go turn up sum more. Re-up on this we gon' smoke about an 0
I prayed on this what the fuck I was broke
I pray on this cause I didn't have shit
Nothing but trap money up for the rent
I used to stack money up for my kicks
You got a sack nigga? you can get blitzed
Touching down packs I don't need an assist
Nothing but facts I can never forget
I get it back I don't care what I spent
I won't relax till I hit a lick
[Hook]x2
Trap money shit had to get me some paper
Bitch you hate now I can't fuck with you later
I'm in a class I can see my curator
I was down bad had to grind like a skater
He think he bad that ain't shit to a racer
Why the fuck you mad I can see that you haters
Go get a bag and stop asking for favors
Purple and yellow mixed up like a Laker
[Verse 2]
Purple and yellow I mix it together
He is a bitch he ain't really a stepper
He make it far as a bitch if we let him
We spin again in the Benz and just stretch him
**inaudible** you might talk to the devil
Can't serve for wock because we remix it better
Scream fuck the laws I just sent off a letter
Stuck in the house with the grams on the dresser
You cannot trap you can't flip what I'm selling
**inaudible**
We taking your life and send you to heaven
I was just 14 but labeled a felon
I say finessin to give me a blessing
Reach for my neck because we flip it like tetris
I come from nothing but trap money flexing
Run that shit up I can't go back to stressing
[Hook]x2
Trap money shit had to get me some paper
Bitch you hate now I can't fuck with you later
I'm in a class I can see my curator
I was down bad had to grind like a skater
He think he bad that ain't shit to a racer
Why the fuck you mad I can see that you haters
Go get a bag and stop asking for favors
Purple and yellow mixed up like a Laker
Trap money shit had to get me some paper
Bitch you hate now I can't fuck with you later
I'm in a class I can see my curator
I was down bad had to grind like a skater
He think he bad that ain't shit to a racer
Why the fuck you mad I can see that you haters
Go get a bag and stop asking for favors
Purple and yellow mixed up like a Laker
[Verse 1]
Why the fuck you hate on me someone ion know
Think I got history fucking his hoe
I was 15 but I stay with a pole
When I turned 16 I thought I was grown
**inaudible** I'm 17 clear out a show **inaudible** go turn up sum more. Re-up on this we gon' smoke about an 0
I prayed on this what the fuck I was broke
I pray on this cause I didn't have shit
Nothing but trap money up for the rent
I used to stack money up for my kicks
You got a sack nigga? you can get blitzed
Touching down packs I don't need an assist
Nothing but facts I can never forget
I get it back I don't care what I spent
I won't relax till I hit a lick
[Hook]x2
Trap money shit had to get me some paper
Bitch you hate now I can't fuck with you later
I'm in a class I can see my curator
I was down bad had to grind like a skater
He think he bad that ain't shit to a racer
Why the fuck you mad I can see that you haters
Go get a bag and stop asking for favors
Purple and yellow mixed up like a Laker
[Verse 2]
Purple and yellow I mix it together
He is a bitch he ain't really a stepper
He make it far as a bitch if we let him
We spin again in the Benz and just stretch him
**inaudible** you might talk to the devil
Can't serve for wock because we remix it better
Scream fuck the laws I just sent off a letter
Stuck in the house with the grams on the dresser
You cannot trap you can't flip what I'm selling
**inaudible**
We taking your life and send you to heaven
I was just 14 but labeled a felon
I say finessin to give me a blessing
Reach for my neck because we flip it like tetris
I come from nothing but trap money flexing
Run that shit up I can't go back to stressing
[Hook]x2
Trap money shit had to get me some paper
Bitch you hate now I can't fuck with you later
I'm in a class I can see my curator
I was down bad had to grind like a skater
He think he bad that ain't shit to a racer
Why the fuck you mad I can see that you haters
Go get a bag and stop asking for favors
Purple and yellow mixed up like a Laker