Trapaholics, real trap sh#t
I re-, I remember I said “f#ck Xans”, b#tch, I’m back to it
Diamonds, rubies, AK47’s, b#tch don’t make me use it
Real screw, 22, pop a Xan, then set the goof
f#ck-f#ck a groupie, no 2 times 2
I whip the foreign, cherry blue
I’m with the gang, we smokin’ dope and whippin’ green
You say you sellin’, what’s the scream?
Now he in pain, ’cause he a lame, on everything
And I’m with my dawgs, like a Canine
I remember totin’ on that K, just for playtime
Smokin’ on this dope, it’s all green, I call it facetime
Pull up in that Lamborghini green, like a f#cking limе
I ain’t got time for a b#tch, that’s always f#cking mine [Oh no
Pull up to yo’ block and watch my jewеlry always f#cking shine [So cold
If I go to Jail it’s because Marijuana
I do what I wanna
Keep that f#cking Lama
I could f#ck his mama
Girl, we like a farmer
And we keep them sticks, we booted up just like a salmon
Aye, I saw this b#tch checkin’ me out, what you want?
You want my money, want my fame, want my Clout? Yeah
Woah, I swear this dope knock me out, yeah
Dope got me high in the clouds, yeah
Look at the #ss on my b#tch, yeah
20 Glocks, I ain’t Twix, yeah
Can’t take no picture
I won’t rock with ya
That’s a .40 in my clip, I might glock ya’
I can’t lie, I’ma keep the Glock, ya’
Run up on me, you could get sparked, ya’
I’ma catch a n#gg# by the park, ya’
I’ma catch the n#gg# while it’s dark, ya’
Savage lil’ n#gg#, with no heart, ya’
No game, weed cause f#ck, it rip me apart
You’se a actin #ss n#gg#, play your part
Aye, I saw this b#tch checkin’ me out, what you want?
You want my money, want my fame, want my Clout? Yeah
Woah, I swear this dope knock me out, yeah
Dope got me high in the clouds, yeah
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