Soulja Boy – Trappin Out Da Mansion (Lyrics & Video)

Lyrics “Trappin Out Da Mansion” performed by Soulja Boy

Trapping out the f**king mansion
No trapping out the f**king mansion
Trapping out the f**king mansion
No trapping out the f**king mansion

Pistols, Glocks, Dope, Syrup, n**ga and my diamonds dancing
Pistols, Glocks, Syrup, n**ga yeah and my diamonds dancing
I’m trapping out the f**king mansion
Trapping out the f**king mansion
No trapping out the f**king mansion
Trapping out the f**king mansion
Pistols, Dope, Gas, Diamonds dancing
Pistols, Dope, Gas, Syrup, n**ga and my diamonds dancing, yeah

Young n**ga trap out the mansion
VVS diamonds my wrist and they dancing
I’m post in the trap and I jump out the Phantom
Look at my [] my n**gas gon’ blam ya
Smoking on dope I’m feeling like Tony Montana
Young Drako n**ga from West Atlanta
[] hammer
Counting money while I look at my face on the channel
Trapping out the [] no trapping out the condo
Pull up and shoot like Rondo
Front door broad day with the Draco
Yeah, young Drako young n**ga [] my feet
I put a hunnid’ [] up in the []
Bad b**ch every day of the week
Make the wrong move you get hit ‘fore you blink

I had the biggest comeback n**ga 2019 n**ga (Nah Forreal)
Nah no cap n**ga’s know that and 2019 mine
I had the biggest comeback f**k n**ga
Just don’t play with this s**t nah forreal whole lotta’ that
Pull up n**ga get to popping
Yeah versuri.online
S-O-U-L-J-A-B-O-Y
F**k wrong with you n**ga (Pull Up On A n**ga)
What the f**k you looking at n**ga (Yeah)
And [] n**ga (D-R-A-K-O)
Young Drako n**ga Big Drako n**ga
Okay, yeah (FA FA FA FA)

Trapping out the f**king mansion
No trapping out the f**king mansion
Trapping out the f**king mansion
No trapping out the f**king mansion

Pistols, Glocks, Dope, Syrup, n**ga and my diamonds dancing
Pistols, Glocks, Syrup, n**ga yeah and my diamonds dancing
I’m trapping out the f**king mansion
Trapping out the f**king mansion
No trapping out the f**king mansion
Trapping out the f**king mansion
Pistols, Dope, Gas, Diamonds dancing
Pistols, Dope, Gas, Syrup, n**ga and my diamonds dancing, yeah…

➤ Written by Soulja Boy Tell ‘Em
Album: How Could You Blame Me
Produced by Starquake
Soulja Boy 2019

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