Trappin Ain't Cool - Nines

Same shit everyday my moneys going up and down

I’m tryna turn my luck around

Trappin ain’t cool no more

Trappin ain’t cool no more

And now I’m getting old

And I’m still on the road

And I ain’t rich yet, all these Z’eds that I’ve sold

Trappin ain’t cool no more

Trappin ain’t cool no more

Niggas dying over dumb war

Every other month feds flying off my moms door

My lines tapped so I hate the phone

Hug my mom cause there’s a chance that I might not make it home

Them foes wanna clap me

Hoes tryna trap me

Can’t buy a mansion with my dough cause its tax free

I still can’t believe my nigga stylies gone

And what hurts me the most, is that life goes on

Uh I don’t wanna see my friends die

All my niggas doing 30 hold your head high

Them OG’s used to have benzes and porshes

Blew all their money in the the booky shop on horses

I lost 90gs I help but screw my face

This shits hot, I gotta move my base

Jamming with the mandem saturday night

Done the same thing last week this can’t be life

Same shit everyday my moneys going up and down

I’m tryna turn my luck around

Trappin ain’t cool no more

Trappin ain’t cool no more

And now I’m getting old

And I’m still on the road

And I ain’t rich yet, all these Z’eds that I’ve sold

Trappin ain’t cool no more

Trappin ain’t cool no more

Same shit everyday my moneys going up and down

I’m tryna turn my luck around

Trappin ain’t cool no more

Trappin ain’t cool no more

And now I’m getting old

And I’m still on the road

And I ain’t rich yet, all these Z’eds that I’ve sold

Trappin ain’t cool no more

Trappin ain’t cool no more

Uh, my nigga would have made a mil

If he never go to pen

Now hes back on the come up selling o’s again

Its like these niggas grind to stunt on a bitch

And I don’t know who it is yet

But someones a snitch

In the

Its boring inside, jamming on the block cause I ain’t got nowhere else to go

Its the path we chose

These niggas and these hoes show we love

Its all faker than clothes

These niggas see the cars and ice and think my

Lifes rosey but its far from nice

I used to wanna be everybodys friend

Now they wanna know me cause I’m a legend in the ends

Uh tryna stay on my grind

I gotta spray my nine

Its like everyday I’m in a different state of mind

You niggas see the way my bracelet shine

My phones ringing right now, wrap wants a nine

Same shit everyday my moneys going up and down

I’m tryna turn my luck around

Trappin ain’t cool no more

Trappin ain’t cool no more

And now I’m getting old

And I’m still on the road

And I ain’t rich yet, all these Z’eds that I’ve sold

Trappin ain’t cool no more

Trappin ain’t cool no more