Go Yayo – Trap Lyrics

[Chorus]
Trap [x16]

[Bridge]
I ain’t chasing after bitches I just wanna trap
Built a million dollar business
Right up out the trap
Trap [2x]
You know I love to trap
If I don’t make it off this rap
I’m a hit the trap

[Verse]
f**k a bitch just trap
Hit a lick and trap
I’m the nigga with the sack
Call me Warren Sapp
I got packs [x2]
Run ’em cross the map
I had to throw away my iPhone
I thought it was tapped
Junkies beatin’ down the door
I had to change locations
I had to leave that bitch alone
Cause she do too much caking
The plug keep blowing up my phone
The money never made it (my bad)
We kicked big homie out the clique
Cause he was writing statements
Sipping on red you can taste it

Offset – North Star Lyrics

[Intro: Offset]
Shit got real, we was standin’ in the rain, woah (Real)
I got four kids, know we need to spend some time, oh

[Verse 1: Offset]
I’m grindin’ without the sleep (Hey)
I pray to get out of the street
I sit back and watch and see (Watch)
They plot they enemies (Plot)
They try to split the three
This shit longer than centuries (Woo)
Shit be botherin’ me
I got scars under my sleeve (Scars)
The blogs is after me (Blogs is after me)
They tryna capture me (Tryna capture me)
They lyin’ about the hoes, it’s fuckin’ my bitch up mentally (Lie)
Shit be glitter, it don’t be gold the fame can fuck up your family (Lie)
It’s hard to hold ’em, I’m sorry I fold
But you can’t do this shit back to me (Sorry I fold)
Sippin’ on 4-4 while I’m lane switchin’ (4-4)
Thinkin’ about my woes, let the gang get in
Niggas start crossin’ out they bros let they fame get ’em (Who?)
Suckin’ out my soul, she got a brain difference
Throwin’ up big B’s, Bent’ Bentyaga (Big B)
She ain’t up to speed like my baby
Hop, hop in that new ‘ghini and race it (Skrrt)
This is not a dream, no fugazi (Dream, dream, dream)

[Interlude: Offset]
Mouth wide, I’ma dive in
We from the north side
We from the north side of the island

[Verse 2: Offset]
Master of my craft, go through the rough draft
Watchin’ all my maps, calculate my cap (Calculate)
This is real rap, Offset sack ’em like Warren Sapp
Music like the trap, get the product and relapse
Crown me the king, addiction to lean
But if I can’t sip it then mama I can’t even sleep (Yeah)
Got skeletons all in my closet, I’m scared to peek (Scared to peek)
They thought I was gon’ fail if you ask me
They don’t really want me on, oh so sad to me
They know I’m too strong, can’t assassin me
I’ma always be good, don’t feel bad for me
This the mind of a maniac, you believe in the internet (Hey)
I receive and I give it back, greet the people when in Iraq
Let me lead the pack, I’ma let everyone eat the racks (Eat)
We don’t feed the rats (Feed), all I speak is facts
Autopilot on the jet, my dawg caught a lick
Mama had a nigga scared, hide the pistol ’round my shit

[Chorus: CeeLo Green]
There is no such thing as peace or privacy
And if you felt this low down you’d get high as me
I’m beginning to question what I believe
It’s so lonely in the light, it’s lonely, I repeat
But I cannot cry
And I’m acting like I cannot die
But I’ve gotta burn brighter
To be the north star in the dark night sky
And I just can’t cry
They’re acting like I cannot die
‘Cause I’ve gotta burn brighter
To be the north star in the dark night sky

[Bridge: CeeLo Green]
Look up, look down and look around for me
I’ll cast a shadow on the ground for me (Look high up)
‘Cause I’ll be high up in the sky
And I’ll always be there, I will always be there
Don’t look down or look around for me
I’ll cast a shadow on the ground for me (Look high up)
‘Cause I’ll be high up in the sky
And I’ll always be there, I will always be there

[Outro: CeeLo Green]
‘Cause I’m the north star in the dark night sky
I can’t cry
Yes, I could die
To be the north star in the dark night sky
Can’t cry
Yes, I could die
To be the north star in the dark night sky

Trae tha Truth – Thuggin’ (feat. Young Thug & Skippa Da Flippa)

[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah
I got twenty thousand diamonds on, know what I’m sayin’
I’ma head trade these, know what I’m sayin’
Uh, huh, huh

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Get my jewels up
Live like Jesus
Ice on me like
I got a fever
We trained to take from ’em
‘Cause they wouldn’t feed us
Now I got M&M’s
‘Round my visa
Feed the bitch pizza
Mauri gator got measles
Ready like werewolf
I can be a soo woo creature
I don’t do phones, got beepers
I don’t ride in cars, can’t bleep us
New tattoo say, "Free Meech"
Show me how to treat this cougar

[Verse 1: Trae tha Truth]
Kilo my tailor, I’m lookin’ like a trap
I get this money, run it like a lap
Blow through one-fifty, that’s without the cap
And broke my attention, that’ll get you slapped
Everything go so guess I’m tryna surf
Got your bitch watchin’, guessin’ what I’m worth
Know if she hop in here she getting work
I tell her go’n and take it like a perc
Asshole, I don’t go
Dip my chain in this snow
Bet my name you don’t know
Aim and shoot ’til I score
Have the whole hood on go
Everything Big like Mo
H-Town, everything slow
I don’t make shit I can’t blow
Somethin’ exotic I got from Dubai
Whip Panameric to vision the sky
They say I’m not ’bout it, I tell ’em to try
But tha Truth get it poppin’ like fourth of July
Fuck is you watchin’, I’m fire like flames
Can’t picture me, bitch I’m out of your frame
King of the streets, you can’t quiet the name
Nigga pull up on me, I hop out, let it rain

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Get my jewels up
Live like Jesus
Ice on me like
I got a fever
We trained to take from ’em
‘Cause they wouldn’t feed us
Now I got M&M’s
‘Round my visa
Feed the bitch pizza
Mauri gator got measles
Ready like werewolf
I can be a soo woo creature
I don’t do phones, got beepers
I don’t ride in cars, can’t bleep us
New tattoo say, "Free Meech"
Show me how to treat this cougar

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Balmain, Jimmy Choo shoes
Come here and pay my dues
Never send the bitch no nudes
Shawty wanna fuck my dude (Can’t fuck my dude)
I went broke, can’t lose
I pay the Jag, no news
Paid a couple bands for her boobs
Five thousand chains for the crew
I’m out the coupe
I’m ’bout to shoot
Wanna see a rich nigga from the gutter
I’m the proof (I am facts)
I cut my bread up with no butter, who are you?
I’m YSL, I’m filthy rich and so are you
I’ll never cross my guys, no no
I’ll never cross my guys, ayy (never, never, yeah)
I’m tellin’ the truth, ain’t nothin’ disguised
Five thousand dollars, I’ma go’n Xzibit my ride, ayy

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Get my jewels up
Live like Jesus
Ice on me like
I got a fever
We trained to take from ’em
‘Cause they wouldn’t feed us
Now I got M&M’s
‘Round my visa
Feed the bitch pizza
Mauri gator got measles
Ready like werewolf
I can be a soo woo creature
I don’t do phones, got beepers
I don’t ride in cars, can’t bleep us
New tattoo say, "Free Meech"
Show me how to treat this cougar

[Verse 3: Trae tha Truth]
I ball out the gym, ain’t no doubt I’ma flex
What’s on my neck cost a hell of a check
Diamonds like water, shit guess I was wet
Blow through this money, no worries, I’m set
No point in United, I just bought the jet
Still keep a tool on me, guess I’m a threat
Bitch ain’t ’bout money, she sit like a pit
Nothin’ personal, I’m just out here to finesse

[Verse 4: Skippa Da Flippa]
I used to jugg in the trap
Too many sacks, you think I’m Warren Sapp
I used to hit licks and bust down the cap
Now I get backends all over the map
I beg your pardon, no I’m not sorry
Twin turbo Flippa just copped a ‘Rari
I charge a ten to see me party
My white boys on Harleys and they go gnarly
Ice ice ice baby
Ice ice for my lady
Nothin’ but blue hundreds lately
He said he havin’, I told him to save it
Bricks in the basement, just bought a Mercedes
VS stones, no inside
In the lab like I’m Bill Nye
New Bentley with the frog eyes
I been chasin’ after dead guys

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Get my jewels up
Live like Jesus
Ice on me like
I got a fever
We trained to take from ’em
‘Cause they wouldn’t feed us
Now I got M&M’s
‘Round my visa
Feed the bitch pizza
Mauri gator got measles
Ready like werewolf
I can be a soowoo creature
I don’t do phones, got beepers
I don’t ride in cars, can’t bleep us
New tattoo say, "Free Meech"
Show me how to treat this cougar

Migo Domingo – Trap All Night

[Intro]
I been in the trap all night
What? What?
Trap, trap, trap trap trap

[Pre-Hook]
I been in the trap all night
Beatin’ up the pot, call me Ike
Whipping up the rowdy, no white
27 birds, Ray Rice
Don’t call my phone talkin’ ‘bout the price
Hit a lick then I count it up twice
Thirty clip on my hip, take your life

[Hook]
I been in the trap all night
I been in the trap all night
I been in the trap all night
I been in the trap all night
I been in the trap all night
I been in the trap all night
I been in the trap all night
I been in the trap all night

[Verse 1]
I been in the trap all night
Count a hundred, same floor I shoot dice
Hit a lick, young nigga think twice
Thirty clip on my hip, take your life
I’m in the trap, goin’ up on the price
Scrape the pot, whip it up like rice
I keep a chopper so you better act right
Cause that bitch gon’ bite, Mike Tys’
I got these white hoes fuckin’ up the Hannah Montana
Migo my gang, I don’t need no bandana
All these jewels, looking like Santana
When I pop a seal, know I pour it in a Fanta
Ate a bitch out like I’m Tony Montana
All these monkey niggas, so we keep bananas
Nigga used to rob, now I pull up Panamera
Inside red, outside mascara
Trap the bitch out seven days of the week
Other birds underwater, back to back like a fleet
Took the plug off, time for a repeat
Foreign bad bitch, top floor in the suite
We been in the trap, we been kicking doors, designer my toes
We pull up in Rolls, we come from the Nawf, we call it bando

[Pre-Hook]
I been in the trap all night
Beatin’ up the pot, call me Ike
Whipping up the rowdy, no white
27 birds, Ray Rice
Don’t call my phone talkin’ ‘bout the price
Hit a lick then I count it up twice
Thirty clip on my hip, take your life

[Hook]
I been in the trap all night
I been in the trap all night
I been in the trap all night
I been in the trap all night
I been in the trap all night
I been in the trap all night
I been in the trap all night
I been in the trap all night

[Verse 2]
Trap trap trap trap
That’s how a young nigga had to get it
Put this strap to your head like a fitted
Hundred bands, young nigga is you with it?
Thirty-three in the clip, Scottie Pippen
Hit a lick with my niggas, gotta split it
Gotta chopper same size as a midget
Daffy Duck bullets, choppers get to spitting
I been in the trap all night
Thirty on my hip get a fuck nigga right
All these niggas hating, bitch nigga it’s on sight
Domingo go get him, I’m the one to take your life
Pockets on swole but don’t call me Kelly Price
These niggas want a cookie ‘til I tell ‘em what’s the price
Tell the pot, beat it up, whip it like Ike
In the trap all night, got everything you like
Trap trap trap trap trap trap trap
Migo Gang, we done put the Nawf on the map
99 sacks but don’t call me Warren Sapp
I got niggas in the kitchen cookin’ up with a strap
Shout out to the squad, them niggas go hard
They might pull your card
What up with the gang
We whipping up bricks, we serving through bars

[Pre-Hook]
I been in the trap all night
Beatin’ up the pot, call me Ike
Whipping up the rowdy, no white
27 birds, Ray Rice
Don’t call my phone talkin’ ‘bout the price
Hit a lick then I count it up twice
Thirty clip on my hip, take your life

[Hook]
I been in the trap all night
I been in the trap all night
I been in the trap all night
I been in the trap all night
I been in the trap all night
I been in the trap all night
I been in the trap all night
I been in the trap all night