Cashwitus Pooh - The Coldest Trappa Lyrics

I been in the trap so long
This shit like a religion
School of hard knocks
Bitch I came up from the trenches

Hey
Hey

I been in the trap so long
This shit like a religion
Hundred grams laid out on
The stove top in the kitchen
School of hard knocks bitch
I came up from the trenches
My left hand on the Glock with
My trigger finger itching
Momma kicked me out so bitch
Its right back to the trap I go
Fucking with this work and telling
Fiends they need to grab and go
Young nigga whipping hard with
Hundreds in that book bag
Got it out the mud ain't
Nobody ever took that

You think that you got it you
Should see the way i'm tapping in
Fuck making a swipe its more money
When you trafficking
Hundreds on them Hundreds
Make them dollars move
You think your paper long as mine
Then you gone have to prove it
(Uh)
SD by my side you know
My nigga Walt with me
The Greatest of all time your goat
Cant even walk with me
We gone send them shots once we
Get the scoop
Your homies down to work for mine
So we gone get the truth
(Truth)
Im live from the trap this shit been
Jumping for bout three years
Still be in the trap even though I ain't
Supposed to be here
Stove top stepping like i'm pigeon toed
Whip the pot take off the top then
Let them pigeons go
(Wooo)

I been in the trap so long
No way that ima leave it
(Wooo)
Look me in my eyes and
Cut me open ima bleed it
(Wooo)
School of hard rocks
Learned the dope game
From my teachers
(Wooo)
Self made trapper bitch
You wanna leave then leave me
Got my momma scared she said
I need to leave that trap alone
(Wooo)
Told her that I tried but fiends
Keep hitting me on my trapping phone
(Wooo)
Breaking down this package got them
Wondering where that fix at
They done stole our uncle from us
Now we want our lick back