Trappin All Day Lyrics

{Hook: Meek Mill}

Man I've been trapping all day

Man I don't even sleep

I been posted on the block ain't make it home in a week

I don't even chang my clothes, wash my face, or brush my teeth

To keep that Gucci on my back and that Prada on my feet

I trap trap 365 24/7 hater I be on my grind

You know I'm 'bout my paper no lie

They say they need that work we get it to them no time

{Verse 1: Meek Mill}

I'm 'bout mine drought time trying to stash cake

Cause niggas Dave Chappele with work they selling half baked

Drop it in the pot you lose mad weight

A nigga sell me that we set his ass straight

I'm like goons out lurking

Show up to his crib in the a.m. and get murdered

Word up get these niggas something they ain't heard of

Cause I'm well respected well connected like a server

The nerve of fucking lames thinking its a fucking game

We {?} up in rain

No rims on it fuck 'em plain

Fuck 'em good fuck 'em hard

Hating niggas fuck 'em all

Half them niggas fuck with law they cross that line get fucking knocked

But I don't get mad I just get paper

See me fresh in DTS laughing like hi hater

I tap on the gas and its bye hater

We get them squares in a little package like Now & Laters

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{Verse 2: Gillie Da Kid}

You see whatever you need you could get it here

My niggas always got it they getting it off the pier

You want to last long in this game well listen here

You keep your mouth close make sure that work it disappears

I can get you murked with a whisper in the ear

Getting it cracking over here

They getting work but ain't no action over there

These rappers is actions I swear

I moved so much shit I should win trapper of the year

See I'm posted on that block watching over bread

I got forty on my hip and get one up in the head

Let a nigga run up and he dead I promise that

Live by that G cod and I'mma always honor that

Where the fuck did these niggas find you at

Your money too short your mula too light

Your paper too thin hommie you ain't got to win

This Gillie and Meek two nigga from the streets

Stay fly that's why your bitches leave with me

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{Verse 3: Meek Mill}

Now get with me {?} or big glizzy

Brick of raw looking like an Xbox 360

Riding dirty through the hood like a Banshee 350

Bout to take it to the trap and tell my man get busy

Got them hands like Bibby ya the whip game proper

I was fucking with that hard 'til the wrist game got up

Then my bitch game got up

Every whore that I adore they was checking for the boy

But I was checking for the raw

Either posted on the block right in the cut next to the store

With dimes of vanilla had the fiends like it was Thriller

Ya I mean I would kill them on the 1st

Came out early in the morning trying to make the birds chirp