Lyrics:
you smile about would make you cry
Hey TrapRoc
TrapRoc, TrapRoc, TrapRoc, TrapRoc, TrapRoc
Hit It!
Im spending a bag at the galleria
Spinning that
Say I can't do it by myself
And I just lean on em
Hoe shut yo mouth
Before I go and put that beam on em
We wet em up and hit that skirt
No we don't
out
Let's go let's chalk it out
AR make him dance like DJ Unk it make him walk it out
Used to really stress about it
It feel like nothing now
Used
(Gone) make a storm in any weather, tell me two people who better together
We ain't goals, cause this shit ain't artificial it's hella special
You rock
don't even be around no more
An it's sad Lil bo gone, I barely even see lil Vo
Tab high but I can't go Home, that's how I heal my soul
I'm tryna make it
a six inside a seven up, it got me nauseous
A nigga really getting sick and tired of these losses
Losses make balls, ain't nobody gonna be around when you
to Applebees man
Why the fuck niggas always wanna talk about shit
When they don't know what they talking bout
And I got a pump in the trunk like DJ Unk
Make
it ain't
I need M's in the bank
Rpg like a tank
Pinky ring on bling
I got love for the plays
Make it out anyway
What's that sound, that's Unk
Leave lames feeling resentful
They girlfriends fans of me
These niggas fanciful
What they talk about
They not about
Treat em like Unk
Make me walk it out
her left the crib
While she shut the door
I know y'all wondering wtf im talking bout
These lines is thoro
Got ya unk tryna walk it out
Once this shit
me poke it l
Sometimes I can’t sleep right
So I start dosing
Make a man out ya when you living wit some fiends
Just don’t treat me like
never trust a ho If I paint the picture, I'ma paint it clear
My cousin died, I shedded all my tears I was only nine, I didn't cry
When Unk got sentenced
who love to smoke
The ones who can smoke an eighth to the face and they won't choke
If I like how it break down, how it taste and like how it roll
Then
wrote
Don't need no reference track
Every line i can quote
Grab the game by it's throat
On my mamma man
I won't ever choke
This the realest stuff i
the game by it's throat
On my mamma man
I won't ever choke
This the realest stuff i ever wrote
This the realest stuff i ever wrote
This the realest stuff i
without a scratch, that's the card I drew
One facing full time, morgue just got two
Cause he won't make it out, really nothing is new
Hard truth, I'm
he goes
I love her
And I hate to leave her lonely
Ring ring went the iphone it was my homie
He said let's hit japan
If we can make 'em jam
We can make
blocks for 2 and imma make 7 minimum
That aint real Xing tell its missing a few chemicals
Play with my top yo condition gon turn critical
Niggas get round
driver seat
Ain’t no pursuit
I’m just gearing it
I can put my ear up to yo shit
I’m just not hearin it
I den seen the reaper floatin by I just ain’t
the same day
This the shit they don't talk about
This what made Unk go and walk it out
Too much stress at a young age
Them boys totin techs without a gun
on my route see a real one point her out
Andre 3 Dj unk ill help her walk it out
I’m a beast on gang you can tell by my frame
If she ain’t about no
9 to 5 or be the trapin
I don't give a fuck how I make this money
It could be 9 to 5 or be the trapin
Serving auntie that white shit
serving unk
bizarre, up to par
Unk bought a a.r he did that for the joy
I'm by far, the hardest ever
No Olympics but he walking with the Medal
It's like hell
Fucked around and lost me another bitch
Said I mixed the henny the crown
The hypnotic
And I still need me another sip
For the fuck of it
Unk went
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