Doh Lyfe TTF

Lyrics

Trap Til Fame…
Trap Til Fame…
Trap… Trap….
Runnin through that bag to ease my pain
These young hittaz they just want a name
And people Know I had to Trap Til Fame
Nah I ain’t Rap but I still had a name
Dem boys lost you see we Ain’t the same
I need Real Gucci people Cap til fame
I cock my hat for Lil Jay and Yae
A Real Player Homage what I paid
A Real Sucka Boy I know your ways
They said I’m wired but I ain’t have No case
The stuff they say these days…
Called it then I ran the play
Flushed it when them people came
Flexing but that Ain’t yo chain
You good with me I’m solid babe
These people using Half they brain
One wrist worth your life savings
Other one like a bricoyay
Griddy when that pack had came
No Motion homie this ain’t yo lane
Smoking za Dont know this strain
Know I had to Trap til fame?
Know I am had to Trap til Fame

Playing verse a real savior
Ran mine up without No Lady
Spent yo last then had a baby?
Boi I know your life tooo crazy

Rocking all my jewels tryna show the kids don’t be too cool… yeah
Yo moms gon break yo job? Don’t let her!
Them caskets cost like 8 or better!!

Told cuz I’m done sending letters
Once he land We Chasing Feddi….
Told cuz I’m done sending letters
Once he land We Chasing Feddi

If that ain’t Real? Don’t know to tell ya
I’m on probation I can’t stand it
They said it just landed?
Close them socials
Ran them Bandz up!
Got a Gun, but beat yo mans up
Aka We Call Dat Stand Up!
Throwing Bows but in Atlanta
Luda How I stamped my Brand Up!

New backpack wit grams All in it
You said You got em?
What’s your ticket?
Just need em cheap so I can flip it
Build a Bond up, then you ship it!

But people kick it a hundred times
To cross you out the very Next one…
*chirp
Better check yo message
Doggy got a line of Testers

Too raw they might need them stretchers
Spread her out then dive all in it
Known me since I had the midget…
YAE!
People in the way
I knew my lane
Ain’t playin dumb
My jacket? Ain’t No Stains!

Don’t care how much the Big God Bless Me
I need that change you Owe so Get Me!

Runnin through that bag to ease my pain
These young hittaz they just want a name
And people Know I had to Trap Til Fame
Nah I ain’t Rap but I still had a name
Dem boys lost you see we Ain’t the same
I need Real Gucci people Cap til fame
I cock my hat for Lil Jay and Yae
A Real Player Homage what I paid
A Real Sucka Boy I know your ways
They said I’m wired but I ain’t have No case
The stuff they say these days…