Trappers y Scammers

I can't go back to being broke, there’s always a card up my sleeve
I’m clear on this if it doesn’t work out, I’m going back to the crew, recording with stiff, I’m out
I’m cruising through the city at 200 like I’m in Need for Speed
Rolling with my homies, who’ll teach you to sleep without a dream, yo

Trappers and scammers, if you wanna throw us a hashtag
California buds, hella racks in my backpack
I’ve already lost a few brothers, the way I step, a nigga never lacks
I know people who never leave their block, been selling crack for over a decade

Can’t switch sides, always the same bros, when we shared the same clothes
Chasing the dollar on the school roads
Always dodging the ones in paint clothes, and I’m alert
Packing weed, paper, and tobacco so my homie can smoke and flip it into more substances inside

I really get trapping and turn any place into a smoke spot
And if you try to run up on me, we’re ready, you’ll just end up failing
I really get trapping and turn any place into a smoke spot
And if you try to run up on me, we’re ready, you’ll just end up failing

Yo, Trappers and scammers, if you wanna throw us a hashtag
California buds, hella racks in my backpack
I’ve already lost a few brothers, the way I step, a nigga never lacks
I know people who never leave their block, been selling crack for over a decade

Been on my grind, man, I haven’t slept in like four days
They ask me why I’m hustling, man, 'cause here crime pays
And my bro had to take a few days off from the cops on his case
(And my bro had to take a few days off from the cops on his case)

Yo, routine with the cops on my back
You can’t imagine the clean money I’ve pulled from this dirty kitchen
Love and hate for the hood, they wanna see you do well but not above them
(Love and hate for the hood, they wanna see you do well but not above them)

Yo, Trappers and scammers, if you wanna throw us a hashtag
California buds, hella racks in my backpack
I’ve already lost a few brothers, the way I step, a nigga never lacks
I know people who never leave their block, been selling crack for over a decade

(Can't switch sides, always the same bros)
(When we shared the same clothes)
(Chasing the dollar on the school roads)
(Avoiding the ones in paint clothes)