Run in his trap I need all of that
They say they got guns we know that's cap
Nigga you might get your wig pushed back
Help me choose what to drive the Beamer or Scat
(I'm not calling you yeroc)
Run in his trap I need all of that
They say they got guns we know that's cap
Nigga you might get your wig pushed back
Help me choose what to drive the Beamer or Scat
Yeah I be Trappin across the map
They look at my fronto like what's that
Nigga I'm f*cked up sippin on Jack
Naked bitch in the kitchen she cookin up crack
Touched my first rack I was 16
The Glock stay tucked up in my ripped jeans
I nut on her face like I'm drawing Disney
That nigga gon die if he try to diss me
Nigga reach for my chain and he gon die
Just f*cked that bitch she loving my vibe
When she sleep turn her over and f*ck from the side
She want me to beat cause I'm that guy
The icey Lil nigga, he turnt up then a bitch
I got to be cross faded to be lit
I was f*cking that bitch so much she got thick
I'm a boss like muthaf*ckin Ross Rick
They seeing me win I know they sick
NTL be the muthaf*ckin clique
17 when I got my first stick
I said when we gon chill that bitch said pronto
I beat up the beat like a muthaf*ckin banjo
That bitch f*cked the team she don't know that I know
When I'm texting your bitch I'm gonna leave a side note
This dick ain't free I hope that she know
Don't park outside you gon get repoed
My new bitch brown I call her Nino
She got them eyes she stare when she deep throat
The price going up,
Imma walk in the show and cop the dub
I do what I do I don't get cut
Told your homie to swing and test his luck
Don't drive in that ditch or we gon be stuck
I might got the most racks in the building
Unless I'm standing next to jay z and his children
I need me a couple of million
Tell that bitch I don't really care how she feeling
Niggas they hate that they not on my muthaf*ckin level
They trying to dig deep no shovel
Trying to find something on my name
They hearing that me and they bitch used to cuddle
Bitch it's big yeroc I'm made for war
TrayBandz he sticked up on my tour
That bitch got water like some Core
I'm done with this beat I know you want more
Yeroc - Some More Lyrics
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Run in his trap I need all of that
They say they got guns we know that's cap
Nigga you might get your wig pushed back
Help me choose what to drive the Beamer or Scat
(I'm not calling you yeroc)
Run in his trap I need all of that
They say they got guns we know that's cap
Nigga you might get your wig pushed back
Help me choose what to drive the Beamer or Scat
Yeah I be Trappin across the map
They look at my fronto like what's that
Nigga I'm f*cked up sippin on Jack
Naked bitch in the kitchen she cookin up crack
Touched my first rack I was 16
The Glock stay tucked up in my ripped jeans
I nut on her face like I'm drawing Disney
That nigga gon die if he try to diss me
Nigga reach for my chain and he gon die
Just f*cked that bitch she loving my vibe
When she sleep turn her over and f*ck from the side
She want me to beat cause I'm that guy
The icey Lil nigga, he turnt up then a bitch
I got to be cross faded to be lit
I was f*cking that bitch so much she got thick
I'm a boss like muthaf*ckin Ross Rick
They seeing me win I know they sick
NTL be the muthaf*ckin clique
17 when I got my first stick
I said when we gon chill that bitch said pronto
I beat up the beat like a muthaf*ckin banjo
That bitch f*cked the team she don't know that I know
When I'm texting your bitch I'm gonna leave a side note
This dick ain't free I hope that she know
Don't park outside you gon get repoed
My new bitch brown I call her Nino
She got them eyes she stare when she deep throat
The price going up,
Imma walk in the show and cop the dub
I do what I do I don't get cut
Told your homie to swing and test his luck
Don't drive in that ditch or we gon be stuck
I might got the most racks in the building
Unless I'm standing next to jay z and his children
I need me a couple of million
Tell that bitch I don't really care how she feeling
Niggas they hate that they not on my muthaf*ckin level
They trying to dig deep no shovel
Trying to find something on my name
They hearing that me and they bitch used to cuddle
Bitch it's big yeroc I'm made for war
TrayBandz he sticked up on my tour
That bitch got water like some Core
I'm done with this beat I know you want more
They say they got guns we know that's cap
Nigga you might get your wig pushed back
Help me choose what to drive the Beamer or Scat
(I'm not calling you yeroc)
Run in his trap I need all of that
They say they got guns we know that's cap
Nigga you might get your wig pushed back
Help me choose what to drive the Beamer or Scat
Yeah I be Trappin across the map
They look at my fronto like what's that
Nigga I'm f*cked up sippin on Jack
Naked bitch in the kitchen she cookin up crack
Touched my first rack I was 16
The Glock stay tucked up in my ripped jeans
I nut on her face like I'm drawing Disney
That nigga gon die if he try to diss me
Nigga reach for my chain and he gon die
Just f*cked that bitch she loving my vibe
When she sleep turn her over and f*ck from the side
She want me to beat cause I'm that guy
The icey Lil nigga, he turnt up then a bitch
I got to be cross faded to be lit
I was f*cking that bitch so much she got thick
I'm a boss like muthaf*ckin Ross Rick
They seeing me win I know they sick
NTL be the muthaf*ckin clique
17 when I got my first stick
I said when we gon chill that bitch said pronto
I beat up the beat like a muthaf*ckin banjo
That bitch f*cked the team she don't know that I know
When I'm texting your bitch I'm gonna leave a side note
This dick ain't free I hope that she know
Don't park outside you gon get repoed
My new bitch brown I call her Nino
She got them eyes she stare when she deep throat
The price going up,
Imma walk in the show and cop the dub
I do what I do I don't get cut
Told your homie to swing and test his luck
Don't drive in that ditch or we gon be stuck
I might got the most racks in the building
Unless I'm standing next to jay z and his children
I need me a couple of million
Tell that bitch I don't really care how she feeling
Niggas they hate that they not on my muthaf*ckin level
They trying to dig deep no shovel
Trying to find something on my name
They hearing that me and they bitch used to cuddle
Bitch it's big yeroc I'm made for war
TrayBandz he sticked up on my tour
That bitch got water like some Core
I'm done with this beat I know you want more
Writer: corey hubbard
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