Nle Choppa Who Tf Up In My Trap Lyrics
Who Tf up in My Trap by NLE Choppa
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
T-t-t-t-t-think we found a loophole
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm
F_ck up in my trap
Who the f_ck up in my trap?
Who the f_ck up in my trap?
Who the f_ck up in my trap?
Who the f_ck is in my trap, man
Who the f_ck, ayy (Ayy)
Who the f_ck outside my trap?
Say you wanna cop a gram
B_tch, you better cop a pint, or an ounce, or a hail
He said he ain't tryna cop, rob his ass, trip him down
We gon' take his car, have him on the [?]
You don't have to be [?] when you got a hunnid ram
Bullets hit the back of his neck, put his face up in the ground
We got a hundred shots, I bet his body drop, I made a milli'
Servin' [?] up in this b_tch like Felix, shottas as we get to drop
Go run up in the [?], before I do that dirt, ain't got a cop
The choppa bullets rip the dread's bloods, leakin' on the drop
We shot at sh_t, you know I'm General
We don't care where you at, b_tch, you know we finish you
They say, "Lil' choppa brang what?" How them n_ggas know it's you?
No, don't you hop up in my car, 'cause you know it's murder flu, yeah, yeah
Catch me in the trap wit' you, Dracos up in my lap
And I got fiends runnin' out that want the crab like Bobby Brown
I had a shootout, seen his body drop
And all this sh_t went really far
I don't know about you, thug
But I really love my guns
You see this 2060? Gotta switch it and they can hold the drum
Play a Glizzy automatic, yeah, you know it's red rum
Who the f_ck outside my trap?
Say you wanna cop a gram
B_tch, you better cop a pint, or an ounce, or a hail
He said he ain't tryna cop, rob his ass, trip him down
We gon' take his car, have him on the [?]
You don't have to be accurate when you got a hunnid rounds
Bullets hit the back of his neck, put his face up in the ground, yeah, yeah
N_gga, NLE the Top Shotta
I've been a problem but I seen him through the dogs, b_tch (Who?)
Huh, yeah, you know we on that shotta sh_t
Hit it, ain't no politics, bruh, you get hit then
(Who the f_ck is, who the f_ck is)
Uh, uh, no cap
(Who the f_ck is)
(Who the f_ck is)
T-t-t-t-t-think we found a loophole
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm
F_ck up in my trap
Who the f_ck up in my trap?
Who the f_ck up in my trap?
Who the f_ck up in my trap?
Who the f_ck is in my trap, man
Who the f_ck, ayy (Ayy)
Who the f_ck outside my trap?
Say you wanna cop a gram
B_tch, you better cop a pint, or an ounce, or a hail
He said he ain't tryna cop, rob his ass, trip him down
We gon' take his car, have him on the [?]
You don't have to be [?] when you got a hunnid ram
Bullets hit the back of his neck, put his face up in the ground
We got a hundred shots, I bet his body drop, I made a milli'
Servin' [?] up in this b_tch like Felix, shottas as we get to drop
Go run up in the [?], before I do that dirt, ain't got a cop
The choppa bullets rip the dread's bloods, leakin' on the drop
We shot at sh_t, you know I'm General
We don't care where you at, b_tch, you know we finish you
They say, "Lil' choppa brang what?" How them n_ggas know it's you?
No, don't you hop up in my car, 'cause you know it's murder flu, yeah, yeah
Catch me in the trap wit' you, Dracos up in my lap
And I got fiends runnin' out that want the crab like Bobby Brown
I had a shootout, seen his body drop
And all this sh_t went really far
I don't know about you, thug
But I really love my guns
You see this 2060? Gotta switch it and they can hold the drum
Play a Glizzy automatic, yeah, you know it's red rum
Who the f_ck outside my trap?
Say you wanna cop a gram
B_tch, you better cop a pint, or an ounce, or a hail
He said he ain't tryna cop, rob his ass, trip him down
We gon' take his car, have him on the [?]
You don't have to be accurate when you got a hunnid rounds
Bullets hit the back of his neck, put his face up in the ground, yeah, yeah
N_gga, NLE the Top Shotta
I've been a problem but I seen him through the dogs, b_tch (Who?)
Huh, yeah, you know we on that shotta sh_t
Hit it, ain't no politics, bruh, you get hit then
(Who the f_ck is, who the f_ck is)
Uh, uh, no cap
(Who the f_ck is)
(Who the f_ck is)