Nines - Trapper Of The Year Lyrics

Likkle T: Zino Records (Ha Ha Ha Ha)


I came through in that hard-top
I saw them haters' hearts drop
Oh you mad cause your crew's bummy
When I come through I'm looking like some new money
x4
I ain't the trapper of the year
I sold to the trappers of the year
That makes me the trappers' trapper of the year


Uh, Ice City taking flight
That's why niggas that I barely know be claiming that we're tight
How I get more off Ammi then they're making off of light
Them man'll come like Andy Cole the way they're playing with the white
I had LV's on my feet, you was in some Puma's
Selling food to the consumers, now my room look like a jewelers
The world's gone crazy, everybody wanna be ballers
Could of put him on, but he got a problem taking orders
Now I got most the city feeling me
Got my money straight so, I ain't gotta put up with this industry
But if I blow then guarantee that'll put on all my niggas
Had the whole block eating from the look-outs to the hitters
I'm a legend on the street, I make sure everybody eats
Giuseppe's on my feet, the mandem get those every week
The streets show us love cause there ain't too many real about
I woke up this morning pissed off cause it was still a drought


I came through in that hard top
I saw them haters' hearts drop
Oh you mad cause your crew's bummy
When I come through I'm looking like some new money

x4
I ain't the trapper of the year
I sold to the trappers of the year
That makes me the trappers' trapper of the year


I told my chick I don't need the stress
Got old money and I got P that's fresh
Plus the Ammi packs and a b's the best
My plug had 20 bricks, he gave me a key to test
Told em I ain't got insomnia but I need a rest
Now they actin' funny
Me, Jamal, court side watching Andy Murray
After that went back to the block, niggas hand me money
Now my chick saying that she steppin'
Says I only care about myself n' I'm a player like Beckham
Niggas violate the ting, know I'll spray them in a second
If I had a record deal I still ain't laying down my weapon (pussies)
Little niggas think you're trapstars cah you flipped a box
I'm bout to whip up so much yay
I need The Wicked Witch's pot
I'm strapped, I ain't taking a chance
So tell them labels I don't need an advance
I'm in the crop house feeding these plants
Since year 9 I always know I'd be shining
Like Bart Simpson cah' after school I was grindin'


I came through in that hard top
I saw them haters' hearts drop
Oh you mad cause your crew's bummy
When I come through I'm looking like some new money

x4
I ain't the trapper of the year
I sold to the trappers of the year
That makes me the trappers' trapper of the year
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