Trap Luv - Rick Ross feat Yo Gotti

[Intro - Yo Gotti:]
I'm in a jungle
Lions, tigers and gorillas and sh_t n_gga
It's a lot of monkey ass n_ggas out here too
'Lotta hustle n_gga
Rules, laws, strategy

[Verse 1 - Yo Gotti:]
10 million dollars later I'm a blessing n_gga
How a n_gga rich but still stressing n_gga
Glock .40, Smith & Wesson n_gga
Streets will never ever stop testing n_ggas
Youngin' give 'em a head shot, send a message n_gga
Part rapper, part goon, still finessing n_gga
I believe in hustle I don't f_ck with luck
And it's f_ck em kill em all if they don't f_ck with us
Them three letters mean a lot boy, sacrifices
C_caine Mafia, double check the prices
N_ggas killing n_ggas like they got a license
N_ggas crossing over like they Allen Iverson
F_ck that iPhone 6, they be tracking n_ggas
I'm about to get a beeper, fade to black on n_ggas
Gotti, goodnight, I'm gone
I be back when they quit living through phones
When n_ggas put the gram down and pick the grams up
You got follows but no dollars man that sh_t ain't adding up
Nah, and all the dirt I done, all the bricks I sold
I can't sleep at night, paranoid it shows
I be strapped on stage, f_ck the award show
Cause I shoot this b_tch up and only God knows

Yeah like I told you a long time ago fam, y'all gon' hold it against you. I keep fighting doing this to y'all. Every time I get something in the mail whether it's favorable or not from the courts, I keep putting it down because y'all are my motivation. I appreciate the love

[Verse 2 - Rick Ross:]
N_ggas riding gold rims and they mama po'
And they kill a family member for that envelope
I'm the Lionel Richie to these Commodores
We flip pies to franchising Dominoes
I speak for dope boys every track I'm on
Until this day my people never rat or told
Posted 20 in, I'm talking fed pen
The line between us both have gained so very thin
Amongst my boys of W.E.B. Du Bois
Souls of black folk to hustle wasn't a choice
Rap game everybody skimming off the top
F_ck interest as long as you pull it off the lock
Hoes on the f_ck, haters wanna hate
Certified sack boy, black Ronald Reagan
Double M no longer that Buick Regal money
Nickel rock n_ggas so don't make me put a kilo on it
Negotiating for it or either we take it
N_ggas even shooting choppers in a f_ckin' cadence
Fell out with some people that I still love
I guess that's how it goes when it's real blood
I remember counting cash standing in the trap
I turned my hat to the back, had a hundred stacks
60 m's later and 300 tax
Still losing weight with the south on my back, n_gga

[Bridge x4:]
I pray you play by the rules
I came so close to the edge

[Outro - Rick Ross:]
Ain't no mercy young n_gga
It's the jungle, locs
And I pray you rich forever
Gotti, I pray you rich forever
All my n_ggas I pray you rich forever
When you smokin' and you vibin' to this sh_t
I pray you rich forever my n_gga
Hood Billionaire

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