Wait huh
The feds at my door
Nigga so big that he fell through the floor
Come here lil bitch come and give me some more
Nigga want smoke so I shot at his bro
F*cked on his hoe yea she gave me some throat
Nigga talk shit put a hole in his throat
Fresh out the pound my niggas on go
Don't make a sound keep this bitch on the low
Wait hol up aye, hol up aye
Rob a nigga then go f*ck up a show
Kiss that lil bitch she don't want me no more
F*cked her sister cause she f*cked on my bro
Nigga want gas to the pounds
Fly to the nigga headed straight from the ground
That bitch too much said she want some more rounds
I gave her 30 it's enough for the gram
Wait hol up, aye, hol up, aye, hol up, aye
Let a nigga come and switch up the flow
I'm not yo nigga bitch don't call me yo bro
Extended Maag and it came with a scope
Talkin shit bet I kick through yo door
140 and I'm takin yo hoes
Matter fact bitch I'm takin yo clothes
You better run before I take off yo toes
Hol up aye, hol up
Wait till a nigga get bands
I'm takin yo bitch put her right in her trance
Nigga got mad cause I stepped on his vans
I like yo hoe so I wanna be friends
I got the best jokes so nigga I'm slayin
I don't want her lil nigga I'm playin
You better get her cause she thick and I'm slaying
Wait huh
The feds at my door
Nigga so big that he fell through the floor
Come here lil bitch come and give me some more
Nigga want smoke so I shot at his bro
F*cked on his hoe yea she gave me some throat
Nigga talk shit put a hole in his throat
Fresh out the pound my niggas on go
Don't make a sound keep this bitch on the low
Wait hol up aye, hol up aye
Rob a nigga then go f*ck up a show
Kiss that lil bitch she don't want me no more
F*cked her sister cause she f*cked on my bro
Nigga want gas to the pounds
Fly to the nigga headed straight from the ground
That bitch too much said she want some more rounds
I gave her 30 it's enough for the gram
Wait nah
Nigga talk shit imma throw up them rocks
Nigga I fade tell yo man he can talk
All of them niggas ain't running them blocks
I'm selling weed we toting them Glocks
She riding my shit it was wet as a mop (wet)
Ice on my neck f*ck that hoe then she left imma be on yo ass like a cop uh
Nigga you dumb you thought the beat was finna drop
I ain't droppin out of school I know the money mean a lot
Got cash on my arms
Got my brother smoking pot
I be zooted as a cracker riding in a drop top
I got keyless
Whips on me peep this
Niggas on me peep this
Sneak dissin V next
Hop in the coupe be stoned and shit
I be lookin like a dog be boning shit
Prolly Perry with tech got zoned and shit
Got like 50 bands and I'm boning this bitch
Rich nigga in this shit I don't wanna lie
Got diamonds on my arm I ain't gonna die
A banana looking bitch imma get her fried
All these niggas talkin shit but they don't know me
Prolly Perry - Trapstars (feat. Baby Neutron) Lyrics
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Wait huh
The feds at my door
Nigga so big that he fell through the floor
Come here lil bitch come and give me some more
Nigga want smoke so I shot at his bro
F*cked on his hoe yea she gave me some throat
Nigga talk shit put a hole in his throat
Fresh out the pound my niggas on go
Don't make a sound keep this bitch on the low
Wait hol up aye, hol up aye
Rob a nigga then go f*ck up a show
Kiss that lil bitch she don't want me no more
F*cked her sister cause she f*cked on my bro
Nigga want gas to the pounds
Fly to the nigga headed straight from the ground
That bitch too much said she want some more rounds
I gave her 30 it's enough for the gram
Wait hol up, aye, hol up, aye, hol up, aye
Let a nigga come and switch up the flow
I'm not yo nigga bitch don't call me yo bro
Extended Maag and it came with a scope
Talkin shit bet I kick through yo door
140 and I'm takin yo hoes
Matter fact bitch I'm takin yo clothes
You better run before I take off yo toes
Hol up aye, hol up
Wait till a nigga get bands
I'm takin yo bitch put her right in her trance
Nigga got mad cause I stepped on his vans
I like yo hoe so I wanna be friends
I got the best jokes so nigga I'm slayin
I don't want her lil nigga I'm playin
You better get her cause she thick and I'm slaying
Wait huh
The feds at my door
Nigga so big that he fell through the floor
Come here lil bitch come and give me some more
Nigga want smoke so I shot at his bro
F*cked on his hoe yea she gave me some throat
Nigga talk shit put a hole in his throat
Fresh out the pound my niggas on go
Don't make a sound keep this bitch on the low
Wait hol up aye, hol up aye
Rob a nigga then go f*ck up a show
Kiss that lil bitch she don't want me no more
F*cked her sister cause she f*cked on my bro
Nigga want gas to the pounds
Fly to the nigga headed straight from the ground
That bitch too much said she want some more rounds
I gave her 30 it's enough for the gram
Wait nah
Nigga talk shit imma throw up them rocks
Nigga I fade tell yo man he can talk
All of them niggas ain't running them blocks
I'm selling weed we toting them Glocks
She riding my shit it was wet as a mop (wet)
Ice on my neck f*ck that hoe then she left imma be on yo ass like a cop uh
Nigga you dumb you thought the beat was finna drop
I ain't droppin out of school I know the money mean a lot
Got cash on my arms
Got my brother smoking pot
I be zooted as a cracker riding in a drop top
I got keyless
Whips on me peep this
Niggas on me peep this
Sneak dissin V next
Hop in the coupe be stoned and shit
I be lookin like a dog be boning shit
Prolly Perry with tech got zoned and shit
Got like 50 bands and I'm boning this bitch
Rich nigga in this shit I don't wanna lie
Got diamonds on my arm I ain't gonna die
A banana looking bitch imma get her fried
All these niggas talkin shit but they don't know me
The feds at my door
Nigga so big that he fell through the floor
Come here lil bitch come and give me some more
Nigga want smoke so I shot at his bro
F*cked on his hoe yea she gave me some throat
Nigga talk shit put a hole in his throat
Fresh out the pound my niggas on go
Don't make a sound keep this bitch on the low
Wait hol up aye, hol up aye
Rob a nigga then go f*ck up a show
Kiss that lil bitch she don't want me no more
F*cked her sister cause she f*cked on my bro
Nigga want gas to the pounds
Fly to the nigga headed straight from the ground
That bitch too much said she want some more rounds
I gave her 30 it's enough for the gram
Wait hol up, aye, hol up, aye, hol up, aye
Let a nigga come and switch up the flow
I'm not yo nigga bitch don't call me yo bro
Extended Maag and it came with a scope
Talkin shit bet I kick through yo door
140 and I'm takin yo hoes
Matter fact bitch I'm takin yo clothes
You better run before I take off yo toes
Hol up aye, hol up
Wait till a nigga get bands
I'm takin yo bitch put her right in her trance
Nigga got mad cause I stepped on his vans
I like yo hoe so I wanna be friends
I got the best jokes so nigga I'm slayin
I don't want her lil nigga I'm playin
You better get her cause she thick and I'm slaying
Wait huh
The feds at my door
Nigga so big that he fell through the floor
Come here lil bitch come and give me some more
Nigga want smoke so I shot at his bro
F*cked on his hoe yea she gave me some throat
Nigga talk shit put a hole in his throat
Fresh out the pound my niggas on go
Don't make a sound keep this bitch on the low
Wait hol up aye, hol up aye
Rob a nigga then go f*ck up a show
Kiss that lil bitch she don't want me no more
F*cked her sister cause she f*cked on my bro
Nigga want gas to the pounds
Fly to the nigga headed straight from the ground
That bitch too much said she want some more rounds
I gave her 30 it's enough for the gram
Wait nah
Nigga talk shit imma throw up them rocks
Nigga I fade tell yo man he can talk
All of them niggas ain't running them blocks
I'm selling weed we toting them Glocks
She riding my shit it was wet as a mop (wet)
Ice on my neck f*ck that hoe then she left imma be on yo ass like a cop uh
Nigga you dumb you thought the beat was finna drop
I ain't droppin out of school I know the money mean a lot
Got cash on my arms
Got my brother smoking pot
I be zooted as a cracker riding in a drop top
I got keyless
Whips on me peep this
Niggas on me peep this
Sneak dissin V next
Hop in the coupe be stoned and shit
I be lookin like a dog be boning shit
Prolly Perry with tech got zoned and shit
Got like 50 bands and I'm boning this bitch
Rich nigga in this shit I don't wanna lie
Got diamonds on my arm I ain't gonna die
A banana looking bitch imma get her fried
All these niggas talkin shit but they don't know me
Writer: Darius Johnson
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