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Freestyle Video (MV)




Performed By: Tr4pp ink
Language: English
Length: 1:23
Written by: Antoine Roberson




Tr4pp ink - Freestyle Lyrics
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hop in the whip and I crash it
Had a bitch, told her, I'll rest
Hit up Friday, though, niggas, I'm creepin' up with habits
Your bitch a thotty, don't wanna you have it
Already had it, you know that I bagged it
I'ma deal on like I got this on trackin
Blowin' up flames like a ninja druggin
Killing niggas like I was a wagon
I got that genie like I was Aladdin
Ask your bitch, don't afford all my magic
She can get diamonds on me and then crash it
She ain't gonna deal with your bitch, she be bashing
These niggas ain't ready for action
I cut the camera, we still livin' lavish
I'm a demon, you woke up a savage
Like a magnet, I'm trackin' the vapid
Your money small like a key, you don't have it
Room full of niggas with bitches, they ratchet
Poppin' these pills and I feel like a addict
I'ma deal on when there's reason to have it
Ride on a opp, I just got a addy
Feminist bitch and she callin' me daddy
Feminist bitch and she callin' me papi
I'm for the four that walk on me happy
Laughin' to the bank, yeah, I keep laughin
Used to be broke, now a nigga be trappin
She ain't the kids, no, that bitch, she can't trap me
Got some new dicks, now we doin' the nasty
F*ck what it cost, nigga, don't even ask me
My own heart, cuz it's out of my fashion
I heard y'all say, been that genie, that's trash, kid
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hop in the whip and I crash it
Had a bitch, told her, I'll rest
Hit up Friday, though, niggas, I'm creepin' up with habits
Your bitch a thotty, don't wanna you have it
Already had it, you know that I bagged it
I'ma deal on like I got this on trackin
Blowin' up flames like a ninja druggin
Killing niggas like I was a wagon
I got that genie like I was Aladdin
Ask your bitch, don't afford all my magic
She can get diamonds on me and then crash it
She ain't gonna deal with your bitch, she be bashing
These niggas ain't ready for action
I cut the camera, we still livin' lavish
I'm a demon, you woke up a savage
Like a magnet, I'm trackin' the vapid
Your money small like a key, you don't have it
Room full of niggas with bitches, they ratchet
Poppin' these pills and I feel like a addict
I'ma deal on when there's reason to have it
Ride on a opp, I just got a addy
Feminist bitch and she callin' me daddy
Feminist bitch and she callin' me papi
I'm for the four that walk on me happy
Laughin' to the bank, yeah, I keep laughin
Used to be broke, now a nigga be trappin
She ain't the kids, no, that bitch, she can't trap me
Got some new dicks, now we doin' the nasty
F*ck what it cost, nigga, don't even ask me
My own heart, cuz it's out of my fashion
I heard y'all say, been that genie, that's trash, kid
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Writer: Antoine Roberson
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