Cross Country

[Verse 1]

[?] my first hundred thousand

Got me a plug, and that money start piling

Got that new coupe, with zero milage

Ferragamo down in my trap house stylin'

I don't need no motherfuckin stylist

My young niggas wildin, my motor growlin'

I sent that shit back to the plug, and told him I don't want it if it ain't the loudest

[Verse 1:]

Cross country trappin'

Took me a trip, made my first hundred thousand

Got me a plug, and that money start piling

Got that new coupe, with zero milage

Ferragamo down in my trap house stylin'

I don't need no motherfuckin stylist

My young niggas wildin, my motor growlin'

I sent that shit back to the plug, and told him I don't want it if it ain't the loudest

All a nigga gotta do is tell me where he at with it

Imma come get it

Get that shit back to my own city

Imma tax these niggas, I ain't showing no love

Send it to my dawgs for the low low

I make a bitch look good, a young nigga caked up

I never ever fuck with a broke ho

What, Na that's a no no

I made her give me head so long, that I sent the bitch back home to you with a sore throat

State to state, eating steak

Getting cake, never trust a nigga if he can't look you in the face

Yeah I'm living good

But only if you knew what it takes

[Chorus]

I'm trappin, cross country trappin

Trappin, trappin

Trappin, cross country trappin

Trappin, trappin, trappin

Cross country trappin

[Verse 2]

I ain't ever had shit, so I went and got it

One day I might be in [?]

The next day in ATL, [?] might pull up in a Rari

I sell dope, that's my job

Nigga this ain't no motherfuckin hobby

I heard some niggas wanna rob me

So I turned up a lil bit more on these fuck niggas

I don't give a fuck, you know how I be

Let a nigga try me

Shit gonna get a little sloppy

When I was finished with your bitch, she was knock-kneed

Remember I was looking for a plug, ran into this bitch said her daddy got keys

I had to break it down to the bitch, I don't sell blow

But the price so cheap, I might as well though

Lil mama wanna fuck, you can tell though

But me, I don't give a damn though

Cross country trappin

Cross country trappin

I just got here, and did whatever I had to do to make this shit happen

Turn a hundred dollars to a hundred thousand

Dope boy magic

[Chorus]

I'm trappin, cross country trappin

Trappin, trappin

Trappin, cross country trappin

Trappin, trappin, trappin

Cross country trappin