[Intro: Young Scooter]
(Chophouze on the track)
Trap nigga
Yeah, trap nigga, yeah, trap nigga
Count up!
[Chorus: Young Scooter]
My lawyer called I’m on my last strike (Fuck)
Two time convicted felon don’t need a third strike (Yeah)
My phone ringing, nigga, somethin' ain’t right
It’s 5am and he said he need like five bricks of white (Lets go)
Fifty bags a day, that’s what the trap do
This that count music, nigga you can trap to (Trap, trap, trap, trap)
But just don’t let the streets trap you (Yeah)
Just don’t let the streets trap you (Count up!)
[Verse 1: Young Scooter]
I’ve been tweaking on my lawyer he been calling crazy
I don't even trust that nigga, he might try to play me
These niggas snitchin', how I know they broke and frustrated
I got the street recipe, I'm an eighties baby
Fifty bands a day, that’s what the trap do
For real, nigga, some days I make a hundred or two (Thousand)
Put the streets on curfew
Young Scooter make that music you can work to (BMG)
Yeah I trap and rap, trap, wrap bricks
You can’t trust these broke hoes, bitches ain’t shit
I’m on my third strike, still taking chances
My lawyer say tell him the truth I say what games you playing
[Chorus: Young Scooter]
My lawyer called I’m on my last strike (Fuck)
Two time convicted felon don’t need a third strike (Yeah)
My phone ringing, nigga, somethin' ain’t right
It’s 5am and he said he need like five bricks of white (Lets go)
Fifty bags a day, that’s what the trap do
This that count music, nigga you can trap to (Trap, trap, trap, trap)
But just don’t let the streets trap you (Yeah)
Just don’t let the streets trap you (Count up!)
[Verse 2: Young Scooter]
It’s five in the morning, fifty missed calls
Jugg one, he bout to hit the road and take off
I got chickens, but this nigga tryna buy some dog
I ain’t tripping, catch em instant, then I brush him off
A thousand dollars a week that’s what your trap do
Pay attention, nigga, I can help you
Yeah, I was hurting when I flexed you
Close the curtains, I’on wanna see no prostitute
Lil Mexico City, you gon' shop with who?
Young Scooter, put a brick on every block or two
Word on the street you snitchin', I don’t rock with you
Yeah I do straight business if I fuck with you
[Chorus: Young Scooter]
My lawyer called I’m on my last strike (Fuck)
Two time convicted felon don’t need a third strike (Yeah)
My phone ringing, nigga, somethin' ain’t right
It’s 5am and he said he need like five bricks of white (Lets go)
Fifty bags a day, that’s what the trap do
This that count music, nigga you can trap to (Trap, trap, trap, trap)
But just don’t let the streets trap you (Yeah)
Just don’t let the streets trap you (Count up!)
[Verse 3: Marco Da Kid]
I’m out here working, could care less what them crackers think
Big on the real, I can afford another case
I just came from down the road, ain’t tryna go back
But is somethin' 'bout thumbin' them racks
Vacuum them packs, busting up bales
Carrying that pistol, living on the edge
I wanna quit, but these streets like a part of me
They taught me right from wrong, show me how to eat
I got my lawyer on speed dial and paid up
So I’m in the spot, working for a million plus
Hit up [?], tell em, go on 'head, send the truck
And I'll a bust em down, and go 'head bag em up
[Chorus: Young Scooter]
My lawyer called I’m on my last strike (Fuck)
Two time convicted felon don’t need a third strike (Yeah)
My phone ringing, nigga, somethin' ain’t right
It’s 5am and he said he need like five bricks of white (Lets go)
Fifty bags a day, that’s what the trap do
This that count music, nigga you can trap to (Trap, trap, trap, trap)
But just don’t let the streets trap you (Yeah)
Just don’t let the streets trap you (Count up!)
