Trap Life Lyrics

[Intro: Goonew & Lil Dude]
Goonrich, Goonrich, Goonrich (what the f*ck going on, man?)
Trapnana, trapnana (trapnana)
Goonrich, Goonrich
Ayy Goon, you know what the f*ck going on
Ayy dog

[Verse 1: Goonew]
I rock that trap life, no eat
You f*cking with Swav, then you f*cking with me
That 30 round hang, that's my G
We came with them sticks, drums when we meet
Southside bitch with pretty feet
I got a little bad bitch, South Beach
Chopper make him fold, nigga, like a seat
I'm gone off the four, nigga, off the creek

[Verse 2: Lil Dude]
Million dollar uptown popping
Yeah, we be rocking, ain't got an option
These niggas don't got an option
If they be watching, then we be popping
Down in the cut with my brodie
We've been in this shit, I might buy him a Rollie
Never speak on what my brother told me
Young nigga shit, still f*cking with the OG's
[Verse 3: Goonew]
Me and Lil Dude need a Rollie
I'll call up my goons and I'll call up my brodies I'll catch me a body and I'll bet they don't know me
I'll f*ck on that bitch and I'll pass her to brodie
I'm shooting that gun 'cause I'm shooting like Kobe
I'll f*ck on that hoe and I'll take her to Kobe
f*ck that, sell them juggs to the dope dealers
Them junkies, they coming, you know that they know me

[Verse 4: Lil Dude]
I ain't got no big homie
Just a big 4-0 with me
Trill niggas always with me
Real niggas always feel me
Your bitch bad, I'ma get with that
Catch a nigga down bad, I'ma go get his ass
Trying to be a real nigga when you a f*ck nigga out here, going out sad
We came in with the bags
We came in with the halves
I got your bitch on my dick
She wanna come through, get on the plane, catch jet lag
Boom boom, hit on that toe tag
I shoot on the dribble, I'm making them so mad

[Outro: Goonew]
Yeah, Goon, yeah, yeah
Bitch, gang, gang, gang
Goonrich, yeah, yeah

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