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Trav - Trappin' With a Pyro Lyrics



Trav - Trappin' With a Pyro Lyrics




Coppin Kilos
From my migos
My trap bussin'
Catch A Opp Nigga
Knock em off or sum
Bitch seen dat 12 gauge
So he started runnin'
My bars warm is butter
Bread long & its Multi colored
I keep dat blamma on me
No Playin Homie
Hot shells
Leave u dancin
Like A Cappa Brodie
But you is not my Brodie
Whips
Foreign or Stolen
See yo mans lackin
No actin
Dem cameras rollin'
Methaphors leave u toasted
Man I hate niggaz do shit like
Type feelins & post em
Bitch I got yo close kit
Bloody nigga
Shit Tragic
Blood Splatter
U cant post em
RIP on yo block
All yo sad homies
Shit bad homie
Gotta fetish for dem
Rubberbands & Lil Baggies
Been a cash addict
Seen alot of fiens spazz
Add dat bag up
At 13 started trappin wit a pyro
Handy skill
Cook bricks
Wherever I go
My shit go viral
Do it with my eyes closed
Never snitch on da click
Dats da guy code
I blow 4 my bros
Betta Like da fam
Da circle closed
Aint no friend or foes
Gang Shit Bitch
Been standing 10 toes
Tay on lockdown
With a think cap on
Plottin major shit crazy
He coming home
How they got em
Onna body
Without the chrome
DAMN
I copped a couple P's
Down in Ohio
Gucci playin in the fields
Where da Dope smoke
Ina Mountains
Choppin shit
Where the dope grow
Shoutout my nigga Will
He private I he gone blow
We got it 4 da low
Plug across the coast
Tryna feed my family
Nickname me Ghost
Shootaz down u kno
Aint sayin shit
I let dem gunners blow
Cause they trained to go
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Coppin Kilos
From my migos
My trap bussin'
Catch A Opp Nigga
Knock em off or sum
Bitch seen dat 12 gauge
So he started runnin'
My bars warm is butter
Bread long & its Multi colored
I keep dat blamma on me
No Playin Homie
Hot shells
Leave u dancin
Like A Cappa Brodie
But you is not my Brodie
Whips
Foreign or Stolen
See yo mans lackin
No actin
Dem cameras rollin'
Methaphors leave u toasted
Man I hate niggaz do shit like
Type feelins & post em
Bitch I got yo close kit
Bloody nigga
Shit Tragic
Blood Splatter
U cant post em
RIP on yo block
All yo sad homies
Shit bad homie
Gotta fetish for dem
Rubberbands & Lil Baggies
Been a cash addict
Seen alot of fiens spazz
Add dat bag up
At 13 started trappin wit a pyro
Handy skill
Cook bricks
Wherever I go
My shit go viral
Do it with my eyes closed
Never snitch on da click
Dats da guy code
I blow 4 my bros
Betta Like da fam
Da circle closed
Aint no friend or foes
Gang Shit Bitch
Been standing 10 toes
Tay on lockdown
With a think cap on
Plottin major shit crazy
He coming home
How they got em
Onna body
Without the chrome
DAMN
I copped a couple P's
Down in Ohio
Gucci playin in the fields
Where da Dope smoke
Ina Mountains
Choppin shit
Where the dope grow
Shoutout my nigga Will
He private I he gone blow
We got it 4 da low
Plug across the coast
Tryna feed my family
Nickname me Ghost
Shootaz down u kno
Aint sayin shit
I let dem gunners blow
Cause they trained to go
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