Pull up to the trap gota couple thousand on me
Boy don't make take yo shit
Cuz I'll come get it if I want it
Been getting it on my own you others niggas getting fronted
I ain't mean blow you up, blow you up about them bricks im just one hunnit
Give yo bitch this dick she kickin feet lil bitch stop running
I ain't Tryna hurt yo ass I'm just see what's in yo stomac
40 rack up in this, I bet you niggas
Bluffing please don't test you luck and get yo head back with this oven
Listen lil nigga don't get confused I ain't a trap star
But I had junkies in and out, momas back yard
Trapping at 15 40 shells all in the black scar
Tweaking for nigga to pull up and try to act hard
Sliding in van 4niggas with me goin shopping
In and out
Gps on yo location, bitch my niggas been in route
Heard he riding in that Beamer have my niggas ear it out
Leave his body in the foreign let medics
Get em out
Brand new Panamera ima blow the ceiling out
Brand new glicky on me with the stick hanging out
And I'm posted in the vill bring the pretty women out
Big glock big chop
Pick a nigga sit him down
On his block make a pit stop then we spin around
Big glock and ain't shit stop we got fifty rounds
Got a bitch in the front and she got her tittys out
Got a bitch in the back and she got her kitty out
Ole spent a couple thousand on some velvet color lous
Leeky in the back he got the Mack he act a fool
Up a rack make a bitch choose
I'm in the club with my strap im like bitch move!
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Pull up to the trap gota couple thousand on me
Boy don't make take yo shit
Cuz I'll come get it if I want it
Been getting it on my own you others niggas getting fronted
I ain't mean blow you up, blow you up about them bricks im just one hunnit
Give yo bitch this dick she kickin feet lil bitch stop running
I ain't Tryna hurt yo ass I'm just see what's in yo stomac
40 rack up in this, I bet you niggas
Bluffing please don't test you luck and get yo head back with this oven
Listen lil nigga don't get confused I ain't a trap star
But I had junkies in and out, momas back yard
Trapping at 15 40 shells all in the black scar
Tweaking for nigga to pull up and try to act hard
Sliding in van 4niggas with me goin shopping
In and out
Gps on yo location, bitch my niggas been in route
Heard he riding in that Beamer have my niggas ear it out
Leave his body in the foreign let medics
Get em out
Brand new Panamera ima blow the ceiling out
Brand new glicky on me with the stick hanging out
And I'm posted in the vill bring the pretty women out
Big glock big chop
Pick a nigga sit him down
On his block make a pit stop then we spin around
Big glock and ain't shit stop we got fifty rounds
Got a bitch in the front and she got her tittys out
Got a bitch in the back and she got her kitty out
Ole spent a couple thousand on some velvet color lous
Leeky in the back he got the Mack he act a fool
Up a rack make a bitch choose
I'm in the club with my strap im like bitch move!
Boy don't make take yo shit
Cuz I'll come get it if I want it
Been getting it on my own you others niggas getting fronted
I ain't mean blow you up, blow you up about them bricks im just one hunnit
Give yo bitch this dick she kickin feet lil bitch stop running
I ain't Tryna hurt yo ass I'm just see what's in yo stomac
40 rack up in this, I bet you niggas
Bluffing please don't test you luck and get yo head back with this oven
Listen lil nigga don't get confused I ain't a trap star
But I had junkies in and out, momas back yard
Trapping at 15 40 shells all in the black scar
Tweaking for nigga to pull up and try to act hard
Sliding in van 4niggas with me goin shopping
In and out
Gps on yo location, bitch my niggas been in route
Heard he riding in that Beamer have my niggas ear it out
Leave his body in the foreign let medics
Get em out
Brand new Panamera ima blow the ceiling out
Brand new glicky on me with the stick hanging out
And I'm posted in the vill bring the pretty women out
Big glock big chop
Pick a nigga sit him down
On his block make a pit stop then we spin around
Big glock and ain't shit stop we got fifty rounds
Got a bitch in the front and she got her tittys out
Got a bitch in the back and she got her kitty out
Ole spent a couple thousand on some velvet color lous
Leeky in the back he got the Mack he act a fool
Up a rack make a bitch choose
I'm in the club with my strap im like bitch move!
Writer: lamont evans
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid