scottie juug – that’s tha trap! lyrics
[hook: scottie juug]
that’s tha trap!
thats where we be at.. (we be at) x 4
splitting up a p, b-tch i keep some dope on me (some dope)
glock wit hollow tips stendo wit the f-cking beam (blaaaah)
and a couple hoes, day ones, and my f-cking team (gang)
split that sh-t right up, hit the blade and serve the feens!
that’s tha trap!
thats where we be at.. (we be at) x 4
splitting up a p, b-tch i keep some dope on me (some dope)
glock wit hollow tips stendo wit the f-cking beam (blaaaah)
and a couple hoes, day ones, and my f-cking team (gang)
split that sh-t right up, hit the blade and serve the feens!
[verse 1 : scottie juug]
serve the feens, cook it up wit balmain jeans
i’m chasing f-cking maserati’s, i ain’t chasing dreams (skrt)
pour that lean, split the wood and stuff the green
im tryne make it to the top search my name in bing
that’s young scottie j, f-ck a hoe i’m chasing cake
catch me in the trap been on the block since 7th grade
married to the rock, sh-t you can say that we engaged
she all on my c-ck like paragraphs up on a page
i come in late, eat that cat cat like a steak
she just a hoe, so when i nut i nut all on her face (ughh)
b-tch you goofy, in the trap and all my n-gg-s ruthless (gang)
you get a hollow to the jaw boy if you talking stupid (boom x4)
[hook: scottie juug]
that’s tha trap!
thats where we be at.. (we be at) x 4
splitting up a p, b-tch i keep some dope on me (some dope)
glock wit hollow tips stendo wit the f-cking beam (blaaaah)
and a couple hoes, day ones, and my f-cking team (gang)
split that sh-t right up, hit the blade and serve the feens!
that’s tha trap!
that’s where we be at.. (we be at) x 4
splitting up a p, b-tch i keep some dope on me (some dope)
glock wit hollow tips stendo wit the f-cking beam (blaaaah)
and a couple hoes, day ones, and my f-cking team (gang)
split that sh-t right up, hit the blade and serve the feens!
[verse 2 : scottie juug]
all my n-gg-s trained to go like a f-cking pit (boom x4)
catch me hanging out the car dump that uzi clip (skrt)
i ain’t worried bout a broad thats that rookie sh-t (f-ckem)
i be the captain of the squad yeah i’m calling hits
lay low n-gg- lay low
cocaine for them pesos
my white girl snort molly kicked that b-tch out my range rov
shoot shoot and i change clothes, i wasted my whole fit
i had blood all on my trips m’s i wore them to a lick
my dope man just like jackie chan he chop right through a brick (waah)
i been swerving in that brand new audi almost hit a fence
gotta make it to the staples center boy shout out to vince
i been finessing so long got a b-tch to pay my rent (d-mn)
[outro : scottie juug]
that’s tha trap!
that’s where we be at.. (we be at)
that’s tha trap!
that’s where we be at.. (we be at)
that’s tha trap!
that’s where we be at.. (we be at)
that’s tha trap!
that’s where we be at.. (we be at x 3)
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