Kur - Trappin Work lyrics
[Hook: Lil Uzi Vert] Trappin' work, bando Money callin', bank roll Always ballin', I flex ho I got all this damn dough (yeah!) I got all this damn dough I got all this damn dough I got all this damn dough I got all this damn dough [Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert] Margiela, n***a That be the hyped up He said that n***a Take her from my block (no way!) That be a lie I pull out the strap With infrared beam And turn that b**h n***a to cyclops Jesus piece With the praying hands, they cost a grip Gotcha main b**h all on Lil Uzi dick I whip and I whip I sip and I sip Coordinating some b**hes on that pack Now they all up in my mitt I'ma ride up in the semi I just talked to Kur and he riding out with me Kickin' your door if you owe me all the Benji's Clip big as hell, so that old ho like a 50 piece b**h n***a tendencies You not a friend of me You are not one of me You are my enemy Gettin' that chopper got b**h on me That b**h go "blaww" I'm kickin' the sh** with my squad like we playing soccer I'm getting that money, to a fifty and hundred I'm trappin' and trappin' These n***as look at me like I am their father [Hook: Lil Uzi Vert + Kur] Trappin' work, bando Money callin', bank roll Always ballin', I flex ho I got all this damn dough (yeah!) I got all this damn dough I got all this damn dough (Uh, uh, uh!) I got all this damn dough (Uh!) I got all this damn dough [Verse 2: Kur] Shout-out to Molly, shout-out to me Wait! Shout-out to Phil with the lean Before I was rappin' had low self esteem Now I got bad b**hes all on they knees Now I f** b**hes that wear Maybelline Can't make this up, this sh**'s not make believe Dre in the bushes, he plottin' on n***as Oh my God he got a chop' with a beam! [?] And s**in' dick, what the f** do you mean? Kur is so dirty, Kur is so broke Stupid lil' b**h I got knots in my jeans! Same old b**h that was callin' me ugly! Look at her now, That b**h mouthing me clean I know my n***as ain't coppin' no pleas None of y'all n***as can't stop for my team! Uh! Get what we want Stuntin' on b**hes that front b**h can I f**? "No, you must wait a month" Come on lil' ho are you dumb? I do it big like I'm Pun All of these rappers my sons, uh 'case you ain't know, that b**h you love Me and her we've ran a train, uh Made her our ho Boys know I got 'em, it was all love from the start Never show love in the dark, always show love in the light We mix the lean with the Sprite Yo' b**h ain't spendin' the night Yo' b**h not even my type f**ed her so you could get mad! I f**ed her now you wanna fight, hah! [Hook: Lil Uzi Vert] Trappin' work, bando Money callin', bank roll Always ballin', I flex ho I got all this damn dough (yeah!) I got all this damn dough I got all this damn dough I got all this damn dough I got all this damn dough