Letra de Stop Trappin

(Intro)
A whole lotta shit done changed since Lil Cookie started rappin
Ayy it's Cookie Money
Andrew Smars
(Verse)
A whole lotta shit done changed since Lil Cookie started rappin
Couple suckas out here saying Lil Cookie wasn't trappin (suckas)
When them niggas slid through the block Lil Cookie started clappin
I was broke as fuck in the hood lil bitch i made it happen (lil bitch)
Lamborghinis and Mazis bitch before I started rappin (skrrrt skrrt)
You was chillin' with mommy I was on the Nine stackin (ha haa)
Young niggas with bodies, we was on the Nine clutchin
Temptation to kill you, smoke yo ass David Ruffin
We go dumb nigga, and I ain't talkin bout that hyphy shit (hell nah)
Young niggas sellin dope posted with them hockey sticks
Savages, my LA niggas flockin shit
It's all love we all gettin money and we poppin shit
Bloods and Crips, all the real niggas rock with me
Young and don't give a fuck, I guess it's just the Pac in me (thug life)
Thug Life, I swear to god ain't no stoppin me
Real rich nigga play the streets like Monopoly
(Hook)
Whole lotta shit done changed since Lil Cookie started rappin'
I done elevated my game, lil nigga I ain't trappin (go cook)
Got me missin my daddy, wishin he could see it happen
Whole life been tragic, turn my pain into passion (fuck)
Kept my faith in God, even nights when I didn't have shit
Sellin dope and robbin, Lord forgive me but i gotta sin
I'm livin in hell, can't fail bitch I gotta win
Rest in Peace to all my niggas, I done lost a lot of them
(Verse 2)
Bitch I'm on now (on now), tunnel vision I ain't lookin back (hell nah)
Had dreams of leavin' the game when I was dealin' crack
Lil boy fresh with a strap in my backpack
Old niggas flexed on me, fake bitches chose up (bitch)
Stayed solid through it all, a bitch could never break Cook
A hunned bands from the block a bitch could never make Cook (hoe)
Keep a thirty in this Glock I know these niggas hate Cook
But they bitches on my dick they love the way my neck look (ha haa)
Big stacks all hundreds, thick like a textbook
The man in my city, everybody know I'm next up
I ain't got no deal but well known to fuck a check up
Suckas sick, they past due for they check up (check up)
Head shots, yeah we shootin from the neck up
Glocks and choppas for any nigga wanna test us
It's not an option, you bitch niggas gon' respect us
Niggas is dyin', any nigga go against Cook (Cookie Money)
(Hook)
Whole lotta shit done changed since Lil Cookie started rappin
I done elevated my game, lil nigga I ain't trappin (go cook)
Got me missin my daddy, wishin he could see it happen
Whole life been tragic, turn my pain into passion (fuck)
Kept my faith in God, even nights when I didn't have shit
Sellin dope and robbin, Lord forgive me but i gotta sin
I'm livin in hell, can't fail bitch I gotta win
Rest in Peace to all my niggas, I done lost a lot of them