Early Morning Trappin
- Rich The Kid (2018)You are listening to the song Early Morning Trappin by Rich The Kid, writer by TheLabCook;Trippie Redd;Rich The Kid in album The World Is Yours. The highest quality of audio that you can download is flac . Also, you can play quality at 32kbps, view lyrics and watch more videos related to this song.
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Lyrics
[Intro: Al Pacino & Rich The Kid]
I told you, man, I told you!
Don't fuck with me! I told you, no fucking kids!
No, but you wouldn't listen
Why, you stupid fuck?
Look at you now
Huh?
Money way, only way, y'know what I'm sayin'?
Lil bitch!
[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Was up trappin' early (early)
She bad and bougie, but whippin' a birdie (huh?)
My cup is so dirty (what?)
Your diamonds don't shine, my pinky a 30 (30)
Pour up the pint, that's so clean (so clean)
The rims of the Bentley cost 14 (skrrt)
Ain't doin' no talkin', the red beam (red beam)
My bitches bring bitches, young nigga, we flexin' (huh?)
[Post-Chorus: Trippie Redd & Rich The Kid]
Ayy, so much green on my street like it's Grove (whoa)
Ayy, made a lot of money on the road (yuh)
Ayy, now they book me, 10K for a show
Ayy, Actavis in my drink, I'ma pour, yeah.
[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
Like an orthodox
I'ma beat her box, beatin' off her fuckin' socks
30 got a mop, shoot you, look like chicken pox
I be whippin' rocks, fiends hit me, they sniffin' rocks
I love Trippie Redd
I'm a trap star
Ayy, hope I don't crash, do the dash in a NASCAR
Ayy, it really is a fast car
It's a movie just like Pixar, movie just like Pixar
Get shot, I turn your ass into clip art
Yeah, I turn your ass into clip art
Boy, you is a retard, on the go just like a go-kart
Makin' art just like Mozart, art just like Mozart.
[Bridge: Trippie Redd]
Yeah, ayy
Early morning trappin'
Early morning trappin'
Early morning trappin'
Early morning trappin'
Early morning trappin'.
[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Was up trappin' early (early)
She bad and bougie, but whippin' a birdie (huh?)
My cup is so dirty (what?)
Your diamonds don't shine, my pinky a 30 (30)
Pour up the pint, that's so clean (so clean)
The rims of the Bentley cost 14 (skrrt)
Ain't doin' no talkin', the red beam (red beam)
My bitches bring bitches, young nigga, we flexin' (huh?)
[Post-Chorus: Trippie Redd & Rich The Kid]
Ayy, so much green on my street like it's Grove (whoa)
Ayy, made a lot of money on the road (yuh)
Ayy, now they book me, 10K for a show
Ayy, Actavis in my drink, I'ma pour, yeah.
[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
Pull up with Trippie (huh?)
Pull off with your bitch, put dick in her kidneys (skrrt)
Pour Act' in the Simply (Simply)
These niggas is lyin', they ain't seen a milli (whoa)
AP two-toned (two-toned)
She suckin' my dick, wanna fuck with my ice on (ice on)
I'm sendin' her right home (huh, what?)
She bad and bougie, but whippin' a birdie (a birdie)
My cup is so dirty (lean)
You niggas is fraud, your diamonds is blurry (blurry)
I'm droppin' the 30 (30)
I don't do no cappin' (no cappin')
Racks all in the cabinet (racks)
They was hatin', I was rackin', stackin' and relaxin' (whoa)
Dream of 100 bands, now I'm ridin' 'round in the Lamb' (Lamb')
She bad and bougie, I'm makin' movies
Might fuck a bitch on cam (on cam)
I need a Fanta, got syrup (syrup)
I just might hop out the Vert (Vert)
She wanna hop out her skirt (skirt)
That's when she poppin' a Perc' (huh?)
[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Was up trappin' early
She bad and bougie, but whippin' a birdie (huh?)
My cup is so dirty (what?)
Your diamonds don't shine, my pinky a 30 (30)
Pour up the pint, that's so clean (so clean)
The rims of the Bentley cost 14 (skrrt)
Ain't doin' no talkin', the red beam (red beam)
My bitches bring bitches, young nigga, we flexin' (huh?)
[Post-Chorus: Trippie Redd & Rich The Kid]
Ayy, so much green on my street like it's Grove (whoa)
Ayy, made a lot of money on the road (yuh)
Ayy, now they book me, 10K for a show
Ayy, Actavis in my drink, I'ma pour, yeah.
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