Trap Hustle
A song made by Charlee
Trap Hustle
A song made by Charlee
Intro
Yeah, trap season, let's go
Verse 1
I'm in the trenches, movin' weight, stackin' bread
808 knockin', got the whole block fed
No cap, no games, I'm the realist here
Movin' through the city, no fear, crystal clear
Drugs and money, yeah that's all I know
From the underground, watch my profit grow
Skrrt, skrrt, hittin' switches on the ride
Trap house poppin', got the whole East side
Chorus
Trap, trap, trap, we keepin' it real
Trap, trap, trap, that's how we feel
808 boom, yeah that's the deal
Trap season baby, sheesh, get the meal
Verse 2
Stuntin' on these haters, got my chain so icy
Movin' keys and bricks, yeah the game been spicy
Counting all this money till my fingers hurt
Grindin' every day in my trap shirt
No cap, I'm the king of this block
Servin' out the door from my trap shop
Gang gang gang, yeah we run it deep
Trap house twenty-four, while the city sleep
Chorus
Trap, trap, trap, we keepin' it real
Trap, trap, trap, that's how we feel
808 boom, yeah that's the deal
Trap season baby, sheesh, get the meal
Outro
Trap season, let's go
Yeah, yeah, skrrt
