Trap Or Die
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Heard these f*ck niggas say he trappin' was dead, huh, what Heard these f*ck niggas say he trappin' was dead, huh, what What is you sayin' Broke, boy, you better get off your ass Poor bitch, you better go get a bag Run down on a opp, put this shit on flat Flex em, stamp him, do him bad 12 get behind you, hit the gas Hoe ain't fuckin', she got a shag In the Porsche Panamera, how we run out of gas Go on a drill, cover the tags Blicked up, switches and mags 762's turn that boy into Lamb Goin' on block, hit my phone for a gram Young turnt, nigga, I'ma pop my shit These nigga, they ain't really on shit Like a stiff, hoe, they ain't shakin' shit Put that shit on my soul, put that shit on the six Hold up your trophies put up your wrist Game ain't same shit got a glitch Nigga on a statement, nigga in a snitch Diamonds round my neck dancing Hit stick your pockets broke, boy, h fix it Twelve get behind me Doing the dash, I ain't got no license I can't get a ticket Turnt a deal down, I ain't signing that shit need more 250 Momma said, when you in the street, baby, keep your glizzy Gotta keep the rod, when you ridin' cause these niggas fishy F*ck her good, then I wake up, I want some fuckin' biscuits When the kids sleep on like Melvin, naked in the kitchen I don't want no food from your crib if you ain't washed them dishes Heard these f*ck niggas say the trappin' was dead Huh, what, what is she sayin' Broke, boy, you better get off your ass Poor, bitch, you better go get a bag Run down on a opp, put his shit on flat Flex em, stamp em, I'm doin' him bad 12 get behind you, hit the gas Hoe ain't fuckin' She gotta shag In the Porsche Panamera, how we run out the gas Go on a drill, cover the tags Blicked up, switches and mags 762's turn that boy into Lamb Heard these f*ck niggas say trappin' was dead Huh, what, what is she sayin' Broke, boy, you better get off your ass Poor, bitch, you better go get a bag Run down on a opp, put his shit on flat Flex em, stamp em, do him bad 12 get behind you, hit the gas Hoe ain't fuckin' She gotta shag In the Porsche Panamera how we run out the gas Go on a drill, cover the tags Blicked up, switches and mags 762's turn that boy into Lamb Goin' on block, hit my phone for a gram
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