Trappin n Rappin Lyrics – Big Scarr feat. Gucci Mane

Trappin n Rappin Lyrics by Big Scarr feat. Gucci Mane is a newly released English song produced by BandPlay, 808iden, Sentro & Dun Deal. The latest song Trappin n Rappin lyrics is written by Big Scarr, Gucci Mane, Sentro, BandPlay & Dun Deal. The song was published on 17th February 2023.

Trappin n Rappin Song Details:

Trappin n Rappin Lyrics

Long live the legend
My secret weapon
(Let the BandPlay)
Big Scarr

Hop in the coupe with no room for the key
I’m a rich nigga, I do what I please
Trappin’ and rappin’, I do it with ease
This shit that I’m smoking, I barely can breathe
Say he in the field, put his ass in a tree
Can’t tell that I got it, just know it’s in reach
Hop in the coupe with no room for the key
I’m a rich nigga, I do what I please
Trappin’ and rappin’, I do it with ease
This shit that I’m smoking, I barely can breathe
Say he in the field, put his ass in a tree
Can’t tell that I got it, just know it’s in reach
Hop in the coupе with no room for the key
I’m a rich nigga, I do what I pleasе
Trappin’ and rappin’, I do it with ease
This shit that I’m smoking, I barely can breathe

Uh, they know I’m the shit, can’t find a nigga like me, they can’t do it like this
I know that I got niggas pissed, if it ain’t ’bout no beef, guess he mad ’cause I’m fuckin’ his bitch
When I’m in the booth, every time it’s a hit, they like, “Damn, this jit nigga here really don’t miss”
Take up two lanes with this widebody kit, with them stars in the ceilin’, just shooters in it
Finna go ice up my neck and my wrist just to show all my haters a lil’ nigga lit
Never will I go out sad ’bout a bitch, you a lame tellin’ ho like you havin’ this shit
I still work the frontline, I’ma hit after that, you were cuffin’ and wifin’ the bitch
I hit the club with the Reapers and switches, you play, then we losin’ the laws on this bitch

Hop in the coupe with no room for the key
I’m a rich nigga, I do what I please
Trappin’ and rappin’, I do it with ease
This shit that I’m smoking, I barely can breathe
Say he in the field, put his ass in a tree
Can’t tell that I got it, just know it’s in reach
Hop in the coupe with no room for the key
I’m a rich nigga, I do what I please
Trappin’ and rappin’, I do it with ease
This shit that I’m smoking, I barely can breathe
Say he in the field, put his ass in a tree
Can’t tell that I got it, just know it’s in reach
Hop in the coupe with no room for the key
I’m a rich nigga, I do what I please (Huh)
Trappin’ and rappin’, I do it with ease
This shit that I’m smoking, I barely can breathe (Uh)

I’m a rich nigga, I do what I please
In the back of the Phantom, but I got the key (Wow)
See, 100K cheap to me, why would I lease?
I nutted and dipped, she like, “Why would you leave?” (Yeah)
The jit wanna sign with me, say it’s his dream
He can see the trial, but can’t make the team (Yo)
7.62 bullets rip through his spleen (Grah)
EMT on the same, cuttin’ off his jeans (Well, damn)
Let me say one thing and get that shit clear
I can spend two mil every week of the year (Woah)
Like snow on the ground, they drop salt on my feet
My bitch worth a bitch, she like, “Why would you cheat?” (Bitch)
AC is on, but the fire on the seat (Fah)
Seventeen years, I ain’t lie on a beat (Ah)
He got shot at the meet or greet, why did he reach?
Even on vacay, the chopper on the beach (It’s Gucci)

Hop in the coupe with no room for the key (Huh)
I’m a rich nigga, I do what I please
Trappin’ and rappin’, I do it with ease
This shit that I’m smoking, I barely can breathe
Say he in the field, put his ass in a tree
Can’t tell that I got it, just know it’s in reach
Hop in the coupe with no room for the key
I’m a rich nigga, I do what I please
Trappin’ and rappin’, I do it with ease
This shit that I’m smoking, I barely can breathe
Say he in the field, put his ass in a tree
Can’t tell that I got it, just know it’s in reach
Hop in the coupe with no room for the key
I’m a rich nigga, I do what I please
Trappin’ and rappin’, I do it with ease
This shit that I’m smoking, I barely can breathe

Uh, I’m zooted
Try to take somethin’, you get hit with the toolie
Stackin’ the bread, ain’t got time for the foolish
Dead opp in my blunt, the boy smell like some sewer
I like my hundreds and fifties to grow
My main bitch and side, hope they always into it
If it ain’t ’bout no money, don’t bring me into it
Them folks send a fight, no, I can’t get into it

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