ฟังเพลงWho TF Up in My Trap (Explicit)

Song: Who TF Up in My Trap

Artist: NLE Choppa

Lyrics: Jeffrey Page, Rodney O, DJ Paul, Project Pat, Juicy J, Joe Cooley, Stonii, Bobby “Keyz” Reese, NLE Choppa

Composed: Javar Rockamore, Stonii, Bobby “Keyz” Reese

Uh uh uh uh uh

T-t-t-think we found a loophole

Mmm mmm mmm mmm

F**k up in my trap

Who the f**k up in my trap

Who the f**k up in my trap

Who the f**k up in my trap

Who the f**k is in my trap man

Who the f**k ayy

Ayy

Who the f**k outside my trap

Say you wanna cop a gram

B***h you better cop a pint or an ounce or a hail

He said he ain't tryna cop rob his a*s strip him down

We gon' take his car have him on the grey hounds

You don't have to be accurate when you got a hunnid rounds

Bullets hit the back of his neck put his face up in the ground

We got a hundred shots

I bet his body drop I made him milly rock

Servin' beef up in this b***h like Felix shottas as we get to drop

Put one up in the head before I do that dirt ain't got a cop

The choppa bullets rip the dread's bloods leakin' on his locks

We shot at s**t you know I'm General

We don't care where you at b***h you know we finish you

They say "Lil' choppa brang what"

How them n***as know it's you

No don't you hop up in my car

'Cause you know it's murder fool yeah yeah

Catch me in the trap wit' two Dracos up in my lap

And I got fiends runnin' out that want the crack like Bobby Brown

I had a shootout seen his body drop

And all this s**t went really fun

I don't know about you thug

But I really love my guns

You see this twenty six

Gotta switch it and they can hold the drum

Play a Glizzy automatic yeah you know it's redrum

Tryna sell Choppa a strap ayy he gon' take your gun

He see me out and try to get me down I slapped him wit' my palm

I blow exotic d**e exotic gas you know it keep me calm

We never stop until we see the police come

He see me got to shakin' so I know that n***a scared of us

Left blood up on the scene

But I don't think the scene was red enough

We while I use the same gun

He ain't make it to the doctor b***h it's DOA up in this gun

I dropped the opp I made him

Who the f**k outside my trap

Say you wanna cop a gram

B***h you better cop a pint or an ounce or a hail

He said he ain't tryna cop rob his a*s strip him down

We gon' take his car have him on the grey hounds

You don't have to be accurate when you got a hunnid rounds

Bullets hit the back of his neck

Put his face up in the ground yeah yeah

N***a NLE the Top Shotta

I bet I pop him bet I send him to the doctor b***h

Who

Huh yeah you know we on that shotta s**t

Hit it ain't no politics bruh you get hit then

Who the f**k is who the f**k is

Uh uh no cap

Who the f**k is

Who the f**k is

Who the f**k is

Who the f**k is