Resurrect The Trap - BossMan Dlow (Lyrics)

Resurrect The Trap - BossMan Dlow (Lyrics) Lyrics: What's up, you did that. Yo. For the player. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Shitting on them, diamonds hitting on them. This shit going on. And feds listening, I can't talk about no business on the phone. Took a trip, went up top, came back with nothing but some bows. Don't wait a minute, trap house jumping, ain't nothing in this bitch but a stove. More blessings, more motion, more me, let's get to the ends. How I went from L's all in my closet to L's on my rims. Man, fuck it. Everybody got a Cullinan, I'm going Black Badge. Thousand horses, TRX say, when I'm riding past. Diamonds hit, make a wish, see some shooting stars when I talk. Yeah, nigga, I'm the definition of who would ever thought. I don't really got a lot of patience, broke shit give me aggravated. I know a lot of these niggas be capped, it look like we had a graduation. I don't like linking up with niggas, these niggas be Uncle Toms. Fresh as fuck, hop out a foreign truck, they thought I was going to prom. Dagger Rico, all this ice, I feel like Sub-Zero. She know I'm a baller, I'm all on her jaw, she ain't fuck you, you a Nemo. I'm hot now, anytime a nigga pop out, this a movie scene. Flexing on them, shitting on them, painted the Rolls Royce doodle green. Yeah. This for the real niggas locked up doing time. This for the trap niggas, just stay down and grind. This for the street niggas, we holding this shit down. This for them fuck niggas who ain't want to see me shine. This for the hating bitches, I'm gonna make you mad too. This for the niggas talking, I'm on your ass too. This for Benjamin Franklin, I like my cash blue. You ain't gotta hate on niggas, you can get a bag too. Bitch, uh. A lot of money. A lot of cars. Business, TRX, bitch, Rolls Royce. I had too many choices. I'm on my ass in the trap, yeah. Yeah.