Lp Da Original Fresh Out Da Trap Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, it's LP
This is for my in da hood
Hustling, trying to get a dollar,
G7

Chorus: Fresh out da trap, uh
Fresh out da trap, uh
By the end of the night
Double my stack, huh
(Repeat x4)

Verse 1:
The fiend came to me, she said she wanna eighty
I looked at her big belly, 'bout to have a baby
I said damn, yeah this shit is getting real
But I chipped her, if I don’t then another will
It's such a shame But that’s the game
It's LP if you didn’t know my name
I aint in it for the cars, pays and fame
I do this for the hood, man I’m tired of this pain
So kick back and start crushing your dime sack
Clothes still smelling, I just finished the ninth pack
I’m in the hood, where them ruegers and nines at
Catch me grinding, where the fiends be sniffing their lines at

Chorus: Fresh out da trap, uh
Fresh out da trap, uh
By the end of the night
Double my stack, huh
(Repeat x4)

Verse 2:
Blunt in my lips, dope in my cheeks
Plus the feds cruising around, cash in my sneaks, uh
The block hot, like jerk chicken from grandma
Watch how you approach your boy, use your manners
I go hard for my city, cause I par with my mini
Getting dirty money, just like Diddy, yeah
Rex in the place, tech in the bag
And every hood gotta feel my swag
We chip dope buy the zips, and we lock with fifth
Get close and lip, your bitch on my dick, yeah
Henny and a spliff yeah, only making hits, yeah
I ain't gonna stop 'til a young rich, yeah

Chorus:
Fresh out da trap, uh
Fresh out da trap, uh
By the end of the night
Double my stack, huh
(Repeat x4)