[Verse 1:]
[?] my first hundred thousand
Got me a plug, and that money start piling
Got that new Coope with 0 milage
Faragamo down in my trap house stylen
I don't need no motherfuckin stylest
Young n***as wildin, moder [?]
I sent that shit back to the plug, and told him I don't want it if it ain't the loudest
[?]
Imma come get it
Get that shit back to my own city
Tax these n***as, I ain't showing no love
Send it to my dawgs for the low low
I make a bitch look good, a young n***a caked up
I never ever fuck with a broke ho
Na that's a no no
I made her give me head so long, that [?] saur throat
Stait to stait, eating steak
Getting cake, never trust a n***a if he can't look you in the face
Yeah I'm living good
But only if you knew what it takes

[Chorus:]
I'm trappin, cross country trappin
Trappin, trappin
Trappin, cross country trappin
Trappin, trappin, trappin
Cross country trappin
[Verse 2:]
I ain't ever had shit, so I went and got it
One day I might be in [?]
The next day in ATL, [?] might pull up in a Rari
I sell dope, that's my job
N***a this ain't no motherfuckin hobby
I heard some n***as wanna rob me
So I turned up a lil more [?]
I don't give a fuck, you know how I be
Let a n***a try me
Shit gonna get a little sloppy
When I was finished with your bitch, she was knock kneed
Remember I was looking for a plug, ran into this bitch said her daddy got keys
I had to break it down to the bitch, I don't sell blow
But the price so cheap, I might as well though
Lil mama wanna fuck, you can tell though
But me, I don't give a damb though
Cross country trappin
Cross country trappin
I just got here, and did whatever I had to do to make this shit happen
Turn a hundred dollars to a hundred thousand
Dope boy magic

[Chorus:]
I'm trappin, cross country trappin
Trappin, trappin
Trappin, cross country trappin
Trappin, trappin, trappin
Cross country trappin