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OBN Jay - Trap Daily Lyrics




[ Featuring King Von ]

Ayy, ayy, ayy ayy, ayy, ayy
(Ace Bankz on the track) ayy, ayy, ayy

Told me they locked
Got the keys to the streets
Come through, I'm swerving and beating the G
We popping, they like, "How?"
We have them showing us love
We passing down every street
I f*ck her lowkey in the trap
That ass gon' clap whenever she
Grab on them knees
I'm chasing this money, no cap
I plot on the M
I got all this shit on my sleeve
Do what I want with the gang
All of my niggas gon' ball for real
Too turnt up, I'ma call back
Bad bitch calling my phone for real
Do what I want with the gang
All of my niggas gon' ball for real
Too turnt up, I'ma call back
Bad bitch calling my phone for real

Nigga play, he gon' get popped
Nigga play, he gon' get popped, popped
Nigga play, they gon' get popped
Nigga play, they gon' get popped, popped
Nigga play, they gon' get popped
Nigga play, they gon' get popped, popped
Nigga play then he get popped
Nigga play then he get popped, popped

Lil' momma be tripping, I call her today
Then I gon' stay with the other bitch
Plain, no shirt
Jean jacket with the Balmains
And them Balencis up under it
Lame ass nigga keep screaming out he gang
But he just faking, he friendly
Draco sing to a nigga just like T Pain
All of my young niggas be running it
Like Adderall, I'ma hype my dawg
But, no, real shit, we doing all
Shit in real life, it's up, no hype at all
Brought good gas and young niggas
Light that shit up quick i smoke the law
Do what I want with the
Real-real bad bad bitch
No shit, I break her walls
You gon' act, my pockets, shit on flat
He standing on the front so
I'm blowing up smoke
I bet he gon' choke, he won't come back
I'm dripping whatever you thinking about
Bet I got it, I know, I splur them stacks
Nigga be talking and telling everything
And this what I know, must kill all rats

Told me they locked
Got the keys to the streets
Come through, I'm swerving and beating the G
We popping, they like, "How?"
We have them showing us love
We passing down every street
I f*ck her lowkey in the trap
That ass gon' clap whenever she
Grab on them knees
I'm chasing this money, no cap
I plot on the M
I got all this shit on my sleeve
Do what I want with the gang
All of my niggas gon' ball for real
Too turnt up, I'ma call back
Bad bitch calling my phone for real
Do what I want with the gang
All of my niggas gon' ball for real
Too turnt up, I'ma call back
Bad bitch calling my phone for real (Von)

I'm known to shoot first
Since I was a jit I been putting in work
They say it's a curse, if you play with Von
You end up in a shirt got bullets that burn
The way he was screaming I
Know that shit hurt gave my cousin some work
And yeah
That's my cousin but he got to the first
All my niggas gon' ball, valet
In Lenox, f*ck it, tear down the mall
Four-five in my drawls
I passed out a hundred and they
Didn't fake me at all
Better use gloves when you
Playing with that raw
If you do a hit, better no say what you saw
My lawyer want fifty and we ain't even talk
But soon as I call, he getting me out
AK's, I been doing this shit for a decade
All hundreds, lil' nigga, these racks
Gun so loud, when I shoot I get a headache
Ayy, Louie, you Craig, I'm Day-Day
Bullets get to raining, Mayday
Boy, I go nuts for the payday
Choppa so strong make a nigga do the Nae Nae

Told me they locked
Got the keys to the streets
Come through, I'm swerving and beating the G
We popping, they like, "How?"
We have them showing us love
We passing down every street
I f*ck her lowkey in the trap
That ass gon' clap whenever she
Grab on them knees
I'm chasing this money, no cap
I plot on the M
I got all this shit on my sleeve
Do what I want with the gang
All of my niggas gon' ball for real
Too turnt up, I'ma call back
Bad bitch calling my phone for real
Do what I want with the gang
All of my niggas gon' ball for real
Too turnt up, I'ma call back
Bad bitch calling my phone for real

Nigga play, he gon' get popped
Nigga play, he gon' get popped, popped
Nigga play, they gon' get popped
Nigga play, they gon' get popped, popped
Nigga play, they gon' get popped
Nigga play, they gon' get popped, popped
Nigga play then he get popped
Nigga play then he get popped, popped
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Ayy, ayy, ayy ayy, ayy, ayy
(Ace Bankz on the track) ayy, ayy, ayy

Told me they locked
Got the keys to the streets
Come through, I'm swerving and beating the G
We popping, they like, "How?"
We have them showing us love
We passing down every street
I f*ck her lowkey in the trap
That ass gon' clap whenever she
Grab on them knees
I'm chasing this money, no cap
I plot on the M
I got all this shit on my sleeve
Do what I want with the gang
All of my niggas gon' ball for real
Too turnt up, I'ma call back
Bad bitch calling my phone for real
Do what I want with the gang
All of my niggas gon' ball for real
Too turnt up, I'ma call back
Bad bitch calling my phone for real

Nigga play, he gon' get popped
Nigga play, he gon' get popped, popped
Nigga play, they gon' get popped
Nigga play, they gon' get popped, popped
Nigga play, they gon' get popped
Nigga play, they gon' get popped, popped
Nigga play then he get popped
Nigga play then he get popped, popped

Lil' momma be tripping, I call her today
Then I gon' stay with the other bitch
Plain, no shirt
Jean jacket with the Balmains
And them Balencis up under it
Lame ass nigga keep screaming out he gang
But he just faking, he friendly
Draco sing to a nigga just like T Pain
All of my young niggas be running it
Like Adderall, I'ma hype my dawg
But, no, real shit, we doing all
Shit in real life, it's up, no hype at all
Brought good gas and young niggas
Light that shit up quick i smoke the law
Do what I want with the
Real-real bad bad bitch
No shit, I break her walls
You gon' act, my pockets, shit on flat
He standing on the front so
I'm blowing up smoke
I bet he gon' choke, he won't come back
I'm dripping whatever you thinking about
Bet I got it, I know, I splur them stacks
Nigga be talking and telling everything
And this what I know, must kill all rats

Told me they locked
Got the keys to the streets
Come through, I'm swerving and beating the G
We popping, they like, "How?"
We have them showing us love
We passing down every street
I f*ck her lowkey in the trap
That ass gon' clap whenever she
Grab on them knees
I'm chasing this money, no cap
I plot on the M
I got all this shit on my sleeve
Do what I want with the gang
All of my niggas gon' ball for real
Too turnt up, I'ma call back
Bad bitch calling my phone for real
Do what I want with the gang
All of my niggas gon' ball for real
Too turnt up, I'ma call back
Bad bitch calling my phone for real (Von)

I'm known to shoot first
Since I was a jit I been putting in work
They say it's a curse, if you play with Von
You end up in a shirt got bullets that burn
The way he was screaming I
Know that shit hurt gave my cousin some work
And yeah
That's my cousin but he got to the first
All my niggas gon' ball, valet
In Lenox, f*ck it, tear down the mall
Four-five in my drawls
I passed out a hundred and they
Didn't fake me at all
Better use gloves when you
Playing with that raw
If you do a hit, better no say what you saw
My lawyer want fifty and we ain't even talk
But soon as I call, he getting me out
AK's, I been doing this shit for a decade
All hundreds, lil' nigga, these racks
Gun so loud, when I shoot I get a headache
Ayy, Louie, you Craig, I'm Day-Day
Bullets get to raining, Mayday
Boy, I go nuts for the payday
Choppa so strong make a nigga do the Nae Nae

Told me they locked
Got the keys to the streets
Come through, I'm swerving and beating the G
We popping, they like, "How?"
We have them showing us love
We passing down every street
I f*ck her lowkey in the trap
That ass gon' clap whenever she
Grab on them knees
I'm chasing this money, no cap
I plot on the M
I got all this shit on my sleeve
Do what I want with the gang
All of my niggas gon' ball for real
Too turnt up, I'ma call back
Bad bitch calling my phone for real
Do what I want with the gang
All of my niggas gon' ball for real
Too turnt up, I'ma call back
Bad bitch calling my phone for real

Nigga play, he gon' get popped
Nigga play, he gon' get popped, popped
Nigga play, they gon' get popped
Nigga play, they gon' get popped, popped
Nigga play, they gon' get popped
Nigga play, they gon' get popped, popped
Nigga play then he get popped
Nigga play then he get popped, popped
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Writer: BENNET DAYVON, JEREMY JONES, MARCOS CARDOSO
Copyright: Lyrics © Raleigh Music Publishing LLC

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