Cashman P - Trap Line

[Intro]
I got them fiends calling, they love to hit trapper line
Line, line, line
I got them fiends calling, they love to hit trapper line
Line, line, line

[Verse 1]
Cause I'm selling dope, selling coke, selling weed, selling pills (Cash)
Got some drink in my cup and some pussy here at will (Ok)
I'm a road warrior, crew steady to the bank
Got some tree's rolled up that'll make Khalifa faint
Cause I'm Ill (You know it!)
My money going to the top, I'm Ill (Ok)
Fiends lined at every stop, be real
Let her know she only get the cock
And if she want anything more
Then she should head around the block
Cause them fiends calling, they love to hit my trapper line (Uh Huh)
Bitches calling and they don't get a fucking dime (Uh Huh)
I'm tryna get out and make sure all my niggas shine (You know it!)
Take care of the fam and stack every dime
[Hook]
Fiends calling, they love to hit trapper line
Line, line, line
I got them
Fiends calling, they love to hit trapper line
Line, line, line

[Verse 2]
I got them D-boys watching (Huh?) and fake niggas plotting (Uh Huh)
My son by my side so failure's not an option (Yeah)
I got bad bitches thriving, tryna get in my mind (Ok)
While i'm dodging the feds, tryna swerve from the time
I'm tryna get out but then I'm tryna stay in (You know it!)
The love for this game got me here debating
Cause I'm tryna come up in this life for real
But everything will go down if a nigga squeals (Yep)
So, watch your back and stay on your grind (Grind)
And don't let anyone fuck with your mind
The game's easy if you work hard and got a steady grind
I let my money stack and watch all of these bitches shine

[Hook]
Fiends calling, they love to hit trapper line
Line, line, line
I got them
Fiends calling, they love to hit trapper line
Line, line, line

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