Trap Talk by Trip Tz Lyrics
[Intro: Trip Tz]
CashMoneyAP
Bullyionair
Man, you know I'm on my bully
Man, you know I'm on my bully
Uh, man, you know I'm on my bully
Uh
[Verse 1: Trip Tz]
Get money, that trap money (huh)
Dope money, that stack money (stack)
Fuck niggas, they act funny
Bullyionair, I tell 'em dat way (Bullyionair)
I was broke, it was bad days
Now I'm grindin', movin' mad weight (trap)
Me and Rich, I know rich niggas
Don't tolerate no bitch niggas (nah)
I need like six figures
That backtalk get ya mans murdered (skrr)
Self-made, I don't take orders
Young niggas, big jewels (young niggas)
Act up, we got big tools
Grind hard, so I can't lose (nah)
Chase dreams, I don't chase bitches (nope)
Niggas talkin' like, "Trip different"
See the love, but I feel the hate
Money talkin', I don't talk for free
Young nigga comin' from the streets
I remember runnin' in the beef (Bullyionair)
Now I'm really tryna be a boss
And it hurt when you take a loss (loss)
Middle fingers to them hatin' niggas
Smokin' dope while I'm breakin' pounds (smokin' dope)
If he got it, we gon' take him down
Trap talk when I hit the booth (trap)
Dat way like Rich say
Black out when I cash out (I black out)
Money talk, them stacks out (them stacks)
Real shit, what yo' stash 'bout? (huh)
Smoke dope, that A1 (that A1)
That Grape Ape, that strong shit (good Kush)
I came up with nothin' (uh-huh)
So I'm gon' keep stuntin' (stuntin')
I know they hatin', but I'm just impatient
I'm just gon' spazz out
I sip lean, then pass out (I pass out)
I chase bread, that cash route
I break pounds, I hit licks (break pounds)
I live this, don't talk shit
You hatin' 'cause I'm 'bout mine
It's Bullyionair, and I'm gone Chi
Since a young boy, I'm a go-getter
I was really just tryna do better (yeah)
Said, "fuck school," and chased checks
'Cause nobody ever gave me shit (nah)
I was really wylin' for respect (Bullyionair)
[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
Whoa, huh
Cash out on a Wraith, I put them rims on it (what, yuh)
Bitch, I just be trappin' for them Benjamins (what, what, what, huh)
She want some dick in her purse, too (huh)
I pour out a pint, brand new (lean)
I pour up a six in a Big Blue (whoa)
This summer, I pull up with new coupe (skrr)
What you like? (like)
I got lead in my Sprite (lean)
Maybach white (skrr)
Maybach white, pull up twice (whoa)
I met Critch up in Brooklyn (Brooklyn)
In the trap, still cookin' (trap)
Boy, ya chain got tooken
Might pull out the choppa, I'm bussin' (grra)
What, Gucci on me, but I still watch for snakes (watch for what)
Boy, you flexin' like a bitch, but your Rollie fake (lil' bitch)
Cash out on a Cuban link (whoa)
I got my wrist on freezer (whoa)
I got a bitch, don't need her (whoa)
Boy, you cuffin' she a eater (rich)
[Verse 3: Trip Tz]
And your bitch, she a eater (eater)
Ever seen a hundred bands? (bands)
I would never go fake (nah)
Boy, that nigga, he a snake (snake)
Gotta stay, I'm in a phase
I'm from Brooklyn, get 'em tooken (south)
And I'm smokin' on them cookies (cookies)
Young nigga from the south (Bullies)
Rules really run around (yeah)
And we really touchin' paper (nah)
Do the math, see the cash (cash)
In the foreign, hit the dash (skrr)
We don't really need a label (nah)
All this cash on the table (cash)
Fuck niggas is fuck niggas
Bullyionair, we don't trust niggas (huh)
Huh, Bullyionair, we don't trust niggas
Bullyionair (whoo)
Dinero
Gang
CashMoneyAP
Bullyionair
Man, you know I'm on my bully
Man, you know I'm on my bully
Uh, man, you know I'm on my bully
Uh
[Verse 1: Trip Tz]
Get money, that trap money (huh)
Dope money, that stack money (stack)
Fuck niggas, they act funny
Bullyionair, I tell 'em dat way (Bullyionair)
I was broke, it was bad days
Now I'm grindin', movin' mad weight (trap)
Me and Rich, I know rich niggas
Don't tolerate no bitch niggas (nah)
I need like six figures
That backtalk get ya mans murdered (skrr)
Self-made, I don't take orders
Young niggas, big jewels (young niggas)
Act up, we got big tools
Grind hard, so I can't lose (nah)
Chase dreams, I don't chase bitches (nope)
Niggas talkin' like, "Trip different"
See the love, but I feel the hate
Money talkin', I don't talk for free
Young nigga comin' from the streets
I remember runnin' in the beef (Bullyionair)
Now I'm really tryna be a boss
And it hurt when you take a loss (loss)
Middle fingers to them hatin' niggas
Smokin' dope while I'm breakin' pounds (smokin' dope)
If he got it, we gon' take him down
Trap talk when I hit the booth (trap)
Dat way like Rich say
Black out when I cash out (I black out)
Money talk, them stacks out (them stacks)
Real shit, what yo' stash 'bout? (huh)
Smoke dope, that A1 (that A1)
That Grape Ape, that strong shit (good Kush)
I came up with nothin' (uh-huh)
So I'm gon' keep stuntin' (stuntin')
I know they hatin', but I'm just impatient
I'm just gon' spazz out
I sip lean, then pass out (I pass out)
I chase bread, that cash route
I break pounds, I hit licks (break pounds)
I live this, don't talk shit
You hatin' 'cause I'm 'bout mine
It's Bullyionair, and I'm gone Chi
Since a young boy, I'm a go-getter
I was really just tryna do better (yeah)
Said, "fuck school," and chased checks
'Cause nobody ever gave me shit (nah)
I was really wylin' for respect (Bullyionair)
[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
Whoa, huh
Cash out on a Wraith, I put them rims on it (what, yuh)
Bitch, I just be trappin' for them Benjamins (what, what, what, huh)
She want some dick in her purse, too (huh)
I pour out a pint, brand new (lean)
I pour up a six in a Big Blue (whoa)
This summer, I pull up with new coupe (skrr)
What you like? (like)
I got lead in my Sprite (lean)
Maybach white (skrr)
Maybach white, pull up twice (whoa)
I met Critch up in Brooklyn (Brooklyn)
In the trap, still cookin' (trap)
Boy, ya chain got tooken
Might pull out the choppa, I'm bussin' (grra)
What, Gucci on me, but I still watch for snakes (watch for what)
Boy, you flexin' like a bitch, but your Rollie fake (lil' bitch)
Cash out on a Cuban link (whoa)
I got my wrist on freezer (whoa)
I got a bitch, don't need her (whoa)
Boy, you cuffin' she a eater (rich)
[Verse 3: Trip Tz]
And your bitch, she a eater (eater)
Ever seen a hundred bands? (bands)
I would never go fake (nah)
Boy, that nigga, he a snake (snake)
Gotta stay, I'm in a phase
I'm from Brooklyn, get 'em tooken (south)
And I'm smokin' on them cookies (cookies)
Young nigga from the south (Bullies)
Rules really run around (yeah)
And we really touchin' paper (nah)
Do the math, see the cash (cash)
In the foreign, hit the dash (skrr)
We don't really need a label (nah)
All this cash on the table (cash)
Fuck niggas is fuck niggas
Bullyionair, we don't trust niggas (huh)
Huh, Bullyionair, we don't trust niggas
Bullyionair (whoo)
Dinero
Gang