Fredo Santana - Trapper of the Year

Trapper of the year bitch I get em in and out
Plug just called say he pulled up to his house
Bricks everywhere bitch we ain't running out
Don't remember last time I saw a fucking drought
Get em in, and then I get em out
Trapper of the year that's what I'm about
Get em in, and then I get em out
Trapper of the year that without a doubt
Niggas snakes that's why I hang with no niggas
Damn, who the fuck raised some y'all niggas
Ya momma and ya daddy should be ashamed of you niggas
I really sold cocaine you just a lame ass nigga
Nigga reach for my chain I kill em
Niggas say they real, shit I don't feel em
Nigga try to rob me, shit wrong victim
Pow pow what you ain't know I hid my pistol
Ain't shit sweet over here boy
Put that chopper to your ear boy
Ain't shit sweet over here boy
Put that chopper to your ear boy