My momma’s begging me, “please stop trapping”
Just made twenty bands, i ain’t even seen a brick
Can’t save a hoe, she’s too damn ratchet
Like avon barksdale, running this sh#t
b#tch i want all the smoke
If i up then i blow
I don’t even do drugs
Baby but i’m still the plug
Fell in love with a lifestyle
Swerving around in a coupe and i ride with them pipes out
If you try to play with my money i’m dimming your lights out
She wanna f#ck on me right now
Only be f#cking on bad b#tches baby
So you’re not really my type now
Hope it don’t bother you
Baby no matter the things you achieve i swear that i won’t ever be proud of you
Go to the moon and then back for the racks i get sick at just even the thought of you
Chasing no hoe, i be chasing a check i could step on your neck if i wanted to
I want like one or two
Million b#tches, brazilian
One or two
I need like one or two
Blicky’s, this sh#t getting sticky
Don’t want it to
Ok i want it to
Your b#tch be giving me top
Do not call me your opp, let her do what she wanna do
Hold on, i got to admit, your b#tch giving good neck
We inside of a foreign coupe
Young turnt g in a 350z
Got my glock and i’m keeping my ‘choppa too
Baby i be on the road, it’s the life that i chose
Didn’t need it just wanted to
I didn’t need it just wanted to
Chasing no hoe i be chasing a check
I could step on your neck if i wanted to
I want like one or two
Million b#tches, brazilian
My momma’s begging me, “please stop trapping”
Just made twenty bands, i ain’t even seen a brick
Can’t save a hoe, she’s too damn ratchet
Like avon barksdale, running this sh#t
b#tch i want all the smoke
If i up then i blow
I don’t even do drugs
Baby but i’m still the plug
Fell in love with a lifestyle
Swerving around in a coupe and i ride with them pipes out
If you try to play with my money i’m dimming your lights out
She wanna f#ck on me right now
Only be f#cking on bad b#tches baby
So you’re not really my type now
Pistolero y travieso
I be consiguiendo pesos
San benito round my neck, though
30 round what my waist hold
Chase checks i don’t chase hoes
Stupid b#tches man i hate those
Flexing packs and the bankroll
L.o.l., boy i take those
Boy please stop with the flexing
I don’t give a f#ck i’m texan i keep my gun
b#tch likes me ’cause i’m mexican
She be blowing up my messages, b#tch shake some
I be in houston, outside shooting sh#t
You ain’t even having no movement
I hit a cool like, it was like two bricks
Plug was a nerd he ain’t do sh#t
Plug was a b#tch, yeah, i took that
I got the dope in my bookbag
f#ck on your b#tch and i’m making her look back
Boy get from around me, you’re making me look bad
White b#tch needed that dope
f#ck that hoe, she a nat nat
Trap life how i be moving them bows
I’m on the road trapping out of a scat pack
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