Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
BLEU VANDROSS
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
GENO HIXON
Composer
Jeremy Biddle
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
GENO HIXON
Producer
Lyrics
(M. Gino on the track)
(Trappin' a sport)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
True to the game
(True)
Was whipping the Range
When I was new to the game
(Skrrt)
Dope on the digital scale
(Scale)
I was just whipping the yayo
(Yeah man)
I got a felony
I got a cousin, I can't even visit in jail
(Yeah)
He was just serving some raw
(Raw)
Straight out the burglar bars
(Whoo)
Benz truck, I spent a hundred
Don't fuck with no regular cars
(No)
She not a regular broad
(No)
My bitch neck on icey
(Huh)
I got juice like Hi-C
(Whoo)
Just do me like Nike
(Uh)
Twenty-three shots like Mikey
(Yeah)
Suck my dick politely
(Oh)
The trunk in the front
The hood in the trunk
Might just fuck your wifey
(Uh)
You ain't never seen nothin' like me
(Uh)
You ain't never seen nothin' like me
(Uh)
I gotta trap on Sunday
I gotta trap on Monday
(Yeah)
I gotta trap on my off day
I can't get no off day
Trappin' a sport
(Sport)
Load up a torch
(Load up a torch girl)
I jumped off the porch
And **** hollin' "Fuck the coke", 'Cause I'm laying
Trappin' a sport
(Sport)
Trappin' a sport
(Sport)
Trappin' a sport
Trappin' a sport
Hey yeah
Long, long, long nights young **** trappin'
(Young **** trappin')
Long, long, long nights young **** trappin'
(Trappin' a sport)
Long, long, long nights young **** trappin'
(Trappin' a sport)
Long, long, long nights young **** trappin'
(Hey, yeah)
You can earn that money ****
But money, ****, don't make you real
I put all my **** in position and they real still
(For real)
She gone suck the dick, don't duck the dick
Oh, she the real deal
(Whoo)
We gon' fuck the bitch and send her around like a wind mill
(Hey)
I gotta check for the back end
(Back end)
I threw check on the back end
Smile in her face
When I'm packing
(Whoo)
All of this money I'm stackin'
(Hey)
I got a little money and put my **** on a private jet
(Private jet)
I need that dough
I need that money
I need a lot of land
I ain't even got no sleep
Grinding for a whole damn week
Gucci on me not Louis V
Gucci on me not Louis V
Trappin' is a rich **** sport
I'm just tryna feed my little boy
Had to fight the charges like Roy
Caught me with the dope in them car
Trappin' a sport
(Sport)
Load up a torch
(Load up a torch girl)
I jumped off the porch
And **** hollin' "Fuck the coke", 'Cause I'm laying
Trappin' a sport
(Sport)
Trappin' a sport
(Sport)
Trappin' a sport
Trappin' a sport
Hey yeah
Long, long, long nights young **** trappin'
(Young **** trappin')
Long, long, long nights young **** trappin'
(Trappin' a sport)
Long, long, long nights young **** trappin'
(Trappin' a sport)
Long, long, long nights young **** trappin'
I'm a-okay with my dough lil' baby
I gotta win, I can't lose no, lil' baby
(No)
I put that boy on the news lil' baby
(No)
If he come fuck with my crew lil' baby
(No)
Gucci me down when I snooze lil' baby
(Hey, yeah, yeah)
Them bitches be losing they cool lil' baby
(Them bitches be losing they cool lil' baby)
She want to fuck me for the chain
I never got use to this fame
(Never got used to fame)
I never got use to these **** be claiming they real
But these **** lame
(These **** lame)
I'm sippin' on candy cane
(Hey)
My whip on Diana Dane
(Hey)
My diamonds Plain Jane
(Oh)
Trappin' a sport
(Sport)
Load up a torch
(Load up a torch girl)
I jumped off the porch
And **** hollin' "Fuck the coke", 'Cause I'm laying
Trappin' a sport
(Sport)
Trappin' a sport
(Sport)
Trappin' a sport
Trappin' a sport
Hey yeah
Long, long, long nights young **** trappin'
(Young **** trappin')
Long, long, long nights young **** trappin'
(Trappin' a sport)
Long, long, long nights young **** trappin'
(Trappin' a sport)
Long, long, long nights young **** trappin'
(Hey)
Written by: Yung Bleu