[Intro]
Trappin' all day
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm still here, I'm still here
I'm still here, I'm still here
And I'm trappin' all day
And I'm 'bout that dough

[Chorus]
I've been trappin' all day, trappin' out them hallways
See I got it out the mud, got this shit the hard way
And I do what I want, n***a fuck what y'all say
It's-It's-It's either my way or gang shooting broad day
And I made record sales
Jugging and finessing off my el cartel
Trap-trap-trappin' out them hallways
See I got it out the mud, got this shit the hard way

[Verse 1]
And we shooting broad day
The way these things be singing you would think it's Broadway
Fuck what the law say
And I do what I want, n***a fuck what y'all say
And I do the most
Bloody stepping when I'm rocking Christian Loafs
10k for the feature, 40 for that snow
200 for the Lamb', 300 for that Ghost
Yeah, and you can't hang with us
Yeah, I know you flexing you can't bang with us
30 on a chain it ain't a thing to us
Try and snatch my shit it get really dangerous
[Refrain]
I drive the rolls like it's a Nascar
Hear my voice melodic trapstar
I keep on whippin' up until the crack hard
Trappin' at the Front, Lakeshore my backyard

[Chorus]
I've been trappin' all day, trappin' out them hallways
See I got it out the mud, got this shit the hard way
And I do what I want, n***a fuck what y'all say
It's-It's-It's either my way or gang shooting broad day
And I made record sales
Jugging and finessing off my el cartel
Trap-trap-trappin' out them hallways
See I got it out the mud, got this shit the hard way

[Verse 2]
Kick door, burglary
N***as tried to murder me
100 bands in the trap, they're money for surgery
I'm aiming for the head, you n***as aiming 3rd degree
In the streets, Louboutin, courthouse, Burberry
Can't fuck with no stupid bitch, dumb bitches irks me
I can't go for now, my shooters perkin'
These n***as lurkin', but I see 'em
Courtz Gang, my hood like the coliseum
I wouldn't wanna be 'em
Mama don't like the hustle, but the bills paid
How can I stay 100 when these bills change?
I don't rock Louis V if it ain't flipped down
UTM, SOS, bitch, we the shit now
[Refrain]
I drive the rolls like it's a Nascar
Hear my voice melodic trapstar
I keep on whippin' up until the crack hard
Trappin' at the Front, Lakeshore my backyard

[Chorus]
I've been trappin' all day, trappin' out them hallways
See I got it out the mud, got this shit the hard way
And I do what I want, n***a fuck what y'all say
It's-It's-It's either my way or gang shooting broad day
And I made record sales
Jugging and finessing off my el cartel
Trap-trap-trappin' out them hallways
See I got it out the mud, got this shit the hard way