Trappin In My Sleep (Original Mix) (Explicit) (Original Mix|Explicit)

Trappin In My Sleep (Original Mix|Explicit) - Bleu Da Vinci/Dj Magicmike-Spud/Calico Jonez/Pusha T/Bun B/DJ Scream

Lyrics by：Eddie Norward Jr

Composed by：Eddie Norward Jr

Hundred bands I can get it 'fore the sunrise

Took the brick out the water like it's baptized

Every day I got the change going black flips

Ain't no mint in the garden blowing that piff

I moved a couple ki's I did it in my sleep

You want the Larry Bird come with 33

Every time I wake up it's time for me to re-up

Every time I look up I got another cook up

I moved a couple ki's I did it in my sleep

You want the Larry Bird come with 33

Every time I wake up it's time for me to re-up

Every time I look up I got another cook up

I'm a f**king beast a living legend

In the trap that 14 cutting up a seven

I had a four-way worked it off my 2-way

N***a don't pay Monday dead Tuesday

I'm a trap genius I'm a trap Lord

B***h I'm in the sky soaring G4

F**k it G6 n***a we keep the trap booming

Try to move on the block got the street sweeper shooting

Bunch of young n***as round me n***a we eating

Let one of them yell Swish n***as bleeding

Baking soda check Pyrex got it

Cooking up a ki rip game polished

Trapping in my sleep Jay doing back flips

N***as trying to rob hundred round mac clips

Get the work and dip call that s**t the give and go

Go to sleep pushing work still selling blow

I moved a couple ki's I did it in my sleep

You want the Larry Bird come with 33

Every time I wake up it's time for me to re-up

Every time I look up I got another cook up

I moved a couple ki's I did it in my sleep

You want the Larry Bird come with 33

Every time I wake up it's time for me to re-up

Every time I look up I got another cook up

Yeah d**e dealing four-wheeling no feeling like

Top billing milk white no ceiling like

The hands of God 'bout to touch me

I done seen the light

Double dutch one brick make you see it twice

Pyrex on that stove ready rocking them o's

MIA to ATL we steady popping them hoes

They steady clocking them hoes they p***y popping on poles

You take her home you love that b***h

We throwing dollars at yours

Yeah this that fast money stash money

Fish scale s**t I think I caught a bass money

You from the talk-a-lot era where you flash money

I'm from that Keith Sweat era make it last money gone

I moved a couple ki's I did it in my sleep

You want the Larry Bird come with 33

Every time I wake up it's time for me to re-up

Every time I look up I got another cook up

I moved a couple ki's I did it in my sleep

You want the Larry Bird come with 33

Every time I wake up it's time for me to re-up

Every time I look up I got another cook up

One man's dream is another man's nightmare

The s**t that some people do

For money will give you white hair

Run up on your whip the pistol quicker than a light yeah

Take what you worked hard for and leave your a*s right there

Everybody wanna be a baller and a G

With green by the pound and white by the ki

The cars and the clothes and the hoes on your d

All gravy till them killers at your front door for a fee

Ooo-wee that's when real s**t gets even realer

When that shot burn chest and I ain't talking 'bout tequila

With holes in your fancy clothes and blood on your gators

And ho you used to f**k

With is laid up with your haters

It's cold outside and I ain't talking a'bout degrees

I'm talking 'bout when rabbit-ass n***as want your cheese

You think you can run up on the trill-n***a please

I leave the top of your wig

On the bottom of my 3's b***h

I moved a couple ki's I did it in my sleep

You want the Larry Bird come with 33

Every time I wake up it's time for me to re-up

Every time I look up I got another cook up

I moved a couple ki's I did it in my sleep

You want the Larry Bird come with 33