Luh Soldier – Trap lyrics

[Intro]
On God
Yeah, yeah
Who let them hoes in the trap?
Yeah, yeah
It's too many bows in the trap
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
I got that gas, if you want a bag, pull up at the Texaco
And I had to check a ho
If I pull up late, I'ma serve a lil' extra more
Glock on my right, chop on the shelf
Smokin' Cookie, tryna clear up the air
Mama all mad, I'ma throw her some money
I fix up her hair for them times we was bummy
I used to be dummy (Yeah, yeah)
If it was a lick, I was on it (On God)
You got it, lil' brother, now want it
Glock 23 on my hip, never lonely
We smokin' that pressure and making our next move
I stay having hoes in the next room
She tripping, she just want attention
The bitch never got it 'cause she never listened
The other one straight but the other one bad
She got a mouth and she makin' me mad
So many racks, had to buy me a new stash
Now look, this ho talkin' 'bout a new bag
Raised in the trap, I don't care 'bout no drip
When I'm not rappin', I'm back in the bricks
Shoppers up late, boy, you bound to get slid
They said they want smoke, I extended the clip

[Chorus]
It's really hectic, don't come to my section
Everybody young and we clutchin' a weapon
Get a lil' money, then niggas start flexin'
You ain't no trapper, go get a profession
Who let them hoes in the trap? (On God)
The fuck out the spot, what is you doin'?
It's too many bows in the trap (Fuck)
Break that shit down, get that shit movin'
It's really hectic, don't come to my section
Everybody young and we clutchin' a weapon
Get a lil' money, then niggas start flexin'
You ain't no trapper, go get a profession
Who let them hoes in the trap? (Huh?)
The fuck out the spot, what is you doin'?
It's too many bows in the trap (Get 'em gone)
Break that shit down, get that shit movin'

[Verse 2]
He said he need what and he need it by when?
It's a bet, nigga, meet at the Chevron
My bitch in the car, it's a mug on her face
She just mad 'cause I won't get her hair done
And if you want smoke, it's whatever you wanna do
And you knowin' what we on
I told my lil' partner I'm lovin' that chopper sound
I should make it my ringtone
I'm the same nigga that didn't have nothin'
I was walkin', sleepin' in the street
I'm the same nigga with the Pumas on
Now I keep the latest on my feet
I'm the same nigga had to rob for a re-up
And now I'm chilling with my feet up
I'm the same nigga with the same team
Gmf, nigga, no, we can't team up
I just came back off the block and I got it, yeah
Look at this shit in my pocket
Them niggas gon' hate on a nigga
The way that I'm takin' off just like a rocket
If it ain't 'bout no money, then stop it
Take a break, I'ma switch up the topic
Lil' shawty just wanted to fuck
So we did, and I beat that bitch leg out the socket

[Chorus]
It's really hectic, don't come to my section
Everybody young and we clutchin' a weapon
Get a lil' money, then niggas start flexin'
You ain't no trapper, go get a profession
Who let them hoes in the trap? (On God)
The fuck out the spot, what is you doin'?
It's too many bows in the trap (Fuck)
Break that shit down, get that shit movin'
It's really hectic, don't come to my section
Everybody young and we clutchin' a weapon
Get a lil' money, then niggas start flexin'
You ain't no trapper, go get a profession
Who let them hoes in the trap? (On God)
The fuck out the spot, what is you doin'?
It's too many bows in the trap (I swear)
Break that shit down, get that shit movin'