Yfn Lucci Trap Lyrics

[Intro: DJ Drama]
Turn Me Up Josh
Every street nigga ain't a rapper
Every rapper ain't a street nigga
Every dope boy in rap ain't a dope boy in the trap
You know what I mean?
Think it's a game?
Snowman, Tip, 650Luc
DJ Drama, legendary

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
I said trap, huh, trap, huh, trap through the screen, huh
Real dope boy, yeah, get you what you need, yeah
Get the dope, yeah, yeah, hit it with the clean
For the low, yeah, yeah, turn you to a fiend
A good dope, yeah, that's just what I need
I'm a go-getter, gotta fuck with me
Real dope, real dope boy never sleep, yeah
Real dope, real dope boy never sleep, yeah, uh

[Verse 1: YFN Lucci]
She say she don't, bitch, you're a teaser
I'm on the Perc now, I'm 'bout to pour my lean up
Fire the dope up, huh, better not fire no seed up
We in the dope spot, I make her roll the weed up, uh
Trappin' out the West End like we in the trap a lot
I sent the package on the freeway in the back of a double R
Uh, and I'm on the PJ, I'll be back by ten tomorrow
I'm on my way to a meeting, I'm a real dope boy

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Trap, huh, trap, huh, trap through the screen, huh
Real dope boy, yeah, get you what you need, yeah
Get the dope, yeah, yeah, hit it with the clean
For the low, yeah, yeah, turn you to a fiend
A good dope, yeah, that's just what I need
I'm a go-getter, gotta fuck with me
Real dope, real dope boy never sleep, yeah
Real dope, real dope boy never sleep, yeah, uh

[Verse 2: Jeezy]
I got a 36, I'm 'bout to turn the team over
Coppin' dirty bricks, I need some Aquafina
I'm in that big Phantom, that type of shit you dream of
Them exotic leathers, like she got a Celine plug
The feds fucked up Tip, them fuck niggas killed Nip
I'm like '96 Olympics, I'm just tryin' not to flip
Smoke a blunt, pour some white out for Bankroll Fresh
Every motherfuckin' Rollie, might as well buy a vest
Grind hard, fuck the rest, DJ Khaled, we the best
Just know we number one and we ain't claimin' nothin' less
Nines, fours, and them triple beams
Yeah, I just left Milano, Valentino jeans

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Said trap, huh, trap, huh, trap through the screen, huh
Real dope boy, yeah, get you what you need, yeah
Get the dope, yeah, yeah, hit it with the clean
For the low, yeah, yeah, turn you to a fiend
A good dope, yeah, that's just what I need
I'm a go-getter, gotta fuck with me
Real dope, real dope boy never sleep, yeah
Real dope, real dope boy never sleep, yeah, uh

[Verse 3: T.I.]
Yeah, a thousand dollars hoodie, camouflage in the double R
Tryna buy the block and build a skyscraper, fuck a car
Okay, acknowledgment is mandatory, better give me all of it
I call atomic, dawg, like parliament
Intolerant to the fuck shit when you fuck with this bloodline
It be generations of retaliation, ain't no waitin' on it, ain't no hesitation, I swear
You pull up on me, you can see the shit I say
I have to catch a body, I can beat this shit, I pray
Adhere to former drug dealer, ex-con, ho
At 12, said I'd rather sell crack than push a lawnmower
Hustle, get a bankroll, double up, boy
And if you go against the grain, you a fuckboy, for real

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Trap, huh, trap, huh, trap through the screen, huh
Real dope boy, yeah, get you what you need, yeah
Get the dope, yeah, yeah, hit it with the clean
For the low, yeah, yeah, turn you to a fiend
A good dope, yeah, that's just what I need
I'm a go-getter, gotta fuck with me
Real dope, real dope boy never sleep, yeah
Real dope, real dope boy never sleep, yeah, uh

[Outro: DJ Drama]
Real A-Town dope boy shit
Shout out to West Side Crips
Eastside Jody, my niggas Decatur Ice
Duct Tape niggas, Trouble
Shout out to Dez and the whole SPC
Gucci, MPC group home
Shout out to Robin Hood Mike D
Shout out to No Face, No Case
The great A-10, 10 East Point
Shout out to NEA
Shout out to QC, Migo Gang, what's up?
Monster Status, Big L
Shout out to Cash Only
My Freeband niggas
Longway, what's up
Shout out to Wolfpack
Big Twan and Teezy
Unos, shout out to ABG
Free Major Grams, Diablo Red
Diablo Scott, OG Chop
RIP Famlay
YFNBC the Label