Lp Da Original - Fresh Out Da Trap lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, yeah, it's LP This is for my in da hood Hustlin', tryin to get a dolla, G7 [Hook] Fresh out da trap uh Fresh out da trap uh By the end of the night Double my stack huh (Repeat x3) [Verse 1: Lp Da Original] The fiend came to me, she said she wanna eighty I looked at her big belly, bout to have a baby I said damn, yeah this is gettin' real But I chipped her, if I don't then anotha will It's such a shame but that's the game It's LP if you didn't know my name I ain't in it for the cars, pays and fame I do this for the hood, man I'm tired of this pain So kick back and start crushin' your dime sac Clothes still smellin', I just finished a nine pack I'm in the hood, where them rugers and nines at Catch me grindin', where the fiends be sniffin' their lines at [Hook] [Verse 2: Lp Da Original] Blunt in my lips, dope in my cheeks Plus the feds cruising around, cash in my sneaks, uh The block hot, like jerk chicken from grandma Watch how you approach your boy, use your manners I go hard for my city, cause I par wit' my mini Getting dirty money, just like Diddy, yeah Rex in the place, tech in the bag And every hood gotta feel my swag We chip dope buy the zips, and we loc with fifth Get close and lip, your b**h on my dick, yeah Henny and a yeah, only makin hits, yeah I ain't gonna stop till a young rich, yeah [Hook]