Trappery Lyrics – Texaco Millz

Trappery Lyrics by Texaco Millz

Ay what the f#ck you doing homie?
Close the f#cking door, ya #ss stagin
Lil Texaco
You dont know where you at?

Trapppp
Plug gave me a front
I had it stashed in the back room
He had it sealed by the vacuum

Tryna conceal all the gas fumes
BDR Mane the way the trap boom
Long line like im selling fast food
Shop with me and youll be back thru

I got that gas have you sleep past noon
Im bust to bust, Thats a drug uber
Im a drug dealer you a drug user
Im in traffic im trafficking

I can teach you something hire me as yo drug tutor
The packs get shipped
Im just paying for handling
The rеup a roll of the dice cause im gambling

If thеy dont touch down i swear ima be mad again
I started with arizona, like patrick peterson
I had sh#t on lock with the 3 for 10
Good gas make you giggle like comedians

Godamn cuz that texaco deviant
I know, whole gram when i roll
Smoking on gelato, Facetime on the iphone
With a bad b#tch

Lil meagan good she say im savage
Talk to her any kinda way but she know im ravage
Had in the trap with a n#gg# she was just weighing and bagging
Lil dawg playing madden

She like yall getting them sacks in
She see a n#gg# busting lick after lick
So much grams she wanna take a pic
Glock on the sink when i take a sh#t

Weed freshner so i take a hit
I hate when a n#gg# try to take my blick
I told her just chill just take the dick
She give a n#gg# head then she take the dick

Hit her in the same room where the pack was at
Flip the lil dame like acrobat
Flip the dame like i do the sack
Her babydaddy kept calling back

Leave her alone she busy
You interrupting im tryna bust like my glizzy
Made her get naked that p#ss# was pretty
Lick waiting so i made it a quickie

I can’t be missing no money for you
I can’t be kissing i stick and i move
Walk in the trap and i run up a check
Walk in yo trap and take over like fresh

You in the trap just to smoke
Ain’t got no licks you just answer the door
Ain’t getting money what you in here for
Kick em out the trap like martin gotta go

All my gas A+, honor roll
n#gg# i been had the sack
I was in school serving the class
Treating the halls like a trap

Hot as a trap
Pistols all under the couch
n#gg# you know what we bout
We come from the south

Dreadlocks all over my head
Nothing but gold in my mouth
You know what im bout
Trapppp
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Texaco Millz Lyrics – Trappery

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Trappery