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Can t buy a mansion with my dough cause its tax free, now hes back on the come up selling o s again
i m tryna turn my luck around
And i ain t rich yet, them og s used to have benzes and porshes
i lost 90gs i help but screw my face
same shit everyday my moneys going up and down
Blew all their money in the the booky shop on horses, all these z eds that i ve sold, and i ain t rich yet
And i ain t rich yet, but someones a snitch
but someones a snitch
Jamming on the block cause i ain t got nowhere else to go, i used to wanna be everybodys friend
Trappin ain t cool no more, hug my mom cause there s a chance that i might not make it home Cool, hoes tryna trap me
All these z eds that i ve sold, them og s used to have benzes and porshes
Trappin ain t cool no more, i still can t believe my nigga stylies gone
I gotta spray my nine, i m tryna turn my luck around Cool, and i m still on the road
Trappin ain t cool no more, hug my mom cause there s a chance that i might not make it home
my lines tapped so i hate the phone
Trappin ain t cool no more, my nigga would have made a mil, same shit everyday my moneys going up and down
Trappin ain t cool no more, and i m still on the road
Trappin ain t cool no more, now they wanna know me cause i m a legend in the ends, wrap wants a nine
Hoes tryna trap me, wrap wants a nine
Its like everyday i m in a different state of mind, and now i m getting old
and i don t know who it is yet
And now i m getting old, all these z eds that i ve sold Trappin, trappin ain t cool no more
You niggas see the way my bracelet shine, if he never go to pen
I used to wanna be everybodys friend, and i ain t rich yet
All my niggas doing 30 hold your head high, i m tryna turn my luck around, them og s used to have benzes and porshes
Same shit everyday my moneys going up and down, all these z eds that i ve sold, them foes wanna clap me
all these z eds that i ve sold
i gotta spray my nine
trappin ain t cool no more
These niggas see the cars and ice and think my, jamming with the mandem saturday night
these niggas see the cars and ice and think my
and now i m getting old
And now i m getting old, is that life goes on
And i don t know who it is yet, all these z eds that i ve sold Trappin, jamming with the mandem saturday night
I still can t believe my nigga stylies gone, every other month feds flying off my moms door, and i m still on the road
I lost 90gs i help but screw my face, and i ain t rich yet