Soulja Boy - Trappin' lyrics

[Intro] Turn up Soulja Young Soulja Young Soulja! Life After Fame sh** man, you know what I'm saying? Stacks On Deck Money Gang Rich Gang Turn up [Verse 1] Pull up in that rubber, god damn Soulja taking over 10 chains on... dope with the baking soda Forgiato rims, Burberry Timbs Damn, Soulja outta here This right here my here Flexing 30 birds for the summer, pull up in a Hummer Soulja number one, young stoner, you don't want the drama Riding with the cake AK-47, MAC-11 throw away It's a good day, on my body Nothing but 'Sace Ralph Lauren Steady touring And my whip foreign 10 chains on my neck and I'm still flexing Rich Gang, Young Soulja 'bout a check Pull up to the hood, everything good 10 chains on, gripping leather wood Riding 'round town, ready for the action 100 million dollars and I'm still trappin' [Hook] Trappin' trappin' trappin' Trappin' trappin' trappin' Trappin' Trappin' Trappin' Trappin' Trappin' Trappin' Trappin' Trappin' Trappin' Trappin' Trappin' Trappin' [Verse 2] Hopping out the clean, (?) seen 'Sace in my body, in a limousine Popping gold bottles, I'm going ham Smoking loud, video on Instagram 50 bricks in I've been stacking millions since 2010 Pull up in that all white c**aine, that Benz Young Dre he flex, go hard a hundred M [Hook] [Verse 3] I got Medusa on my damn chain Riding through the hood, blowing loud, and they know my name 2013, red beam GT (?) Smoking on loud, I jumped in the crowd 50k up on my bracelet watch like wow Baking soda whip, a Rover going cray Riding 'round town with that 38 [Hook]