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Trap God started this trap sh#t, you need to thank me
Lil’ knucklehead, Sun Valley youngster, mama tried to spank me
My youngster shot somebody up, guess they made him angry
Two dead men right by the garbage, guess we done left ’em stankin’
n#gg#s get some liquid courage when they get to drinkin’
His brains scattered on the dashboard, now we see what he thinkin’
Must thought I was a ho or somethin’, that’s what he get for thinkin’
Better off tryna rob a bank or somethin’, I call that wishful thinkin’ [Well, damn
Pleasе don’t take another step, my G’s gon’ gеt to blankin’
DOA, his mama heard the news and went to faintin’
Breaking news, we put him on the news, we made him famous
Please proceed with caution, Gucci Mane them armed and dangerous
I hangout with felons, we don’t never talk to strangers
It’s Big 1-0-1-7 and I keep one in the chamber
Lot of n#gg#s angry that my cash went up a level
Unbury money every day, I need another shovel
It’s an angel on my shoulder and a devil on the other one
Trap look like a Dixie Queen, can’t talk if you ain’t give fifteen
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