Taleban Dooda - Trappin' Ain't Dead lyrics

[Intro: Taleban Dooda] A4Tre, they the squad 4 sh*t, no ho sh*t, yeah (Helluva, baby) Yeah [Chorus: Taleban Dooda] Trappin' ain't dead, you lookin' scamped out (You lookin' scamped out) b*tch, you ain't ever seen a drum, bring them grams out (Bring them grams out) My lil' brother had that jam, we had to bang him out (We had to bang him out) Wrecker was cleaner than a b*tch, but he a felon now (He a felon now) b*tch, we run the city, this is our town (This is our town) I can't even trust a b*tch, can't let my guard down (Guard down) That boy finally got a stick, he actin' hard now (He actin' hard now) Big bro be watchin' for the feds, he sellin' hard now (He sellin' hard now) [Verse 1: Taleban Dooda] And that's a flagrant, it's tragic, but he fouled out (Fouled out) Lil' Guap smacked him with a stick until he passed out (Yeah, passed out) Now they was funny, tables turned, we get to laughin' now (We get to laughin' now) My mama proud, her baby turned into a cash cow (Ayy, I'm I'm a cash cow) Forever throw your fours to the sky (Yeah) I, forever throw them fours 'til I die ('Til I die) Now we can't time, I'm runnin' with my pride (My pride) And we used to fist fight before we stuntin' iron (Stuntin' iron) I'm sorry, but I can't tote no Glock, unless a .30 on it (A .30 on it) Your baby daddy said "Lemme rock, just get rid of homie" (Just get rid of homie) Four pockets full, on the regular I keep fifty on me (I keep fifty on me) And none of this sh*t light, real gold, diamonds heavy on me (Yeah, yeah) [Chorus: Taleban Dooda & 42 Dugg] Trappin' ain't dead, you lookin' scamped out (You lookin' scamped out) b*tch, you ain't ever seen a drum, bring them grams out (Bring them grams out) My lil' brother had that jam, we had to bang him out (We had to bang him out) Wrecker was cleaner than a b*tch, but he a felon now (He a felon now) b*tch, we run the city, this is our town (This is our town) I can't even trust a b*tch, can't let my guard down (Guard down) That boy finally got a stick, he actin' hard now (Yeah, He actin' hard now) Big bro be watchin' for the feds, he sellin' hard now (He sellin' hard now) [Verse 2: 42 Dugg] I still be fu*kin' with the [?] at the doghouse (Dugg) If you ain't yellin', "Free Tim" He 'bout to fall out Ball out, I'ma hold it down 'til they all out Made ni**a, I done dumped sh*t, I done saved ni**as Grave digger Probably still livin', ain't got pay for 'em (Why not?) Baby girl sell that pussy, throw some Bape on her (Bape on her) He ain't holdin' it down, I just hate [?] First hundred got made was off of fake drugs Young dawg, dick su*ker, said he made up (How?) Ten toes, [?], I'm in a hood Bad b*tch got ass on her, but she can't cook Ayy, I don't know some meaty ni**as [?] (That's right) Lamb truck [?] ni**a, free Reek (Skrrt) Young ni**a turned b*tch, always three deep (Yeah) I can't remember the time where it was free me (Me) fu*k the feds 'til I'm dead, ni**a free me [Chorus: Taleban Dooda] Trappin' ain't dead, you lookin' scamped out (You lookin' scamped out) b*tch, you ain't ever seen a drum, bring them grams out (Bring them grams out) My lil' brother had that jam, we had to bang him out (We had to bang him out) Wrecker was cleaner than a b*tch, but he a felon now (He a felon now) b*tch, we run the city, this is our town (This is our town) I can't even trust a b*tch, can't let my guard down (Guard down) That boy finally got a stick, he actin' hard now (He actin' hard now) Big bro be watchin' for the feds, he sellin' hard now (He sellin' hard now)