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Trap Mafia
Trap Mafia
It's one take, one take, one take, one take
It's gonna be one take, one take, one take, one take
All off the top, top, top
Ain't on no options, ain't on no options
Look all around, all these bitches
Check it out, check it out, check it out
Man, this shawty walkin
In my prime still, I won't fall off
Ballin', shot callin', I can't call off
He's on my sack, you know how I rock
I'm like that, he ain't like that
I ain't seen that boy in a minute
But I stay with them fitteds
And I stay with the Rollies
And I stay with them hoes
And you know I'm never trollin
Ay, I pull up, rollin
I pull up, low low
What the f*ck you mean, lil' bitch
You know I ain't never solo
That lil' thing on my hip
But you know that I will blow though
What the f*ck you niggas mean
I swear, no boy, no hoe though
I gotta get this low
I know that bitch a loco
Ay, and I ain't takin' no photos
Lil' bitch, she be on me
She know that I ain't gon' go though
You know I ain't broke though
I cannot take no hoes though
Ridin' down the road though
Ridin' down the rentals
Ridin' down the state
You know I'm in them dentists
You know I'm in them clubs
You know I'm with the strippers
You know I got them racks
But I ain't playin' tennis
What the f*ck you niggas mean
I heard that boy was singin
And I don't need no beamin
And we gon' wipe his nose
And I don't need no beamin
No beamin
Bitch, I got good aim
With that thing
We gon' make it sing
And I'ma do that boy dirty
Send his ass to shorty
All my fuckin' shorties back
I got a lot of sex
What you mean, they retired
They gon' go off back
I ain't got nobody back
But yeah, I got my gat
He fuckin' with the Jakes
Now his ass gettin' smacked
Naw, better yet, he gettin' whacked
He ain't comin' back
So testify or not
093
Bitch, that's my team
10-20
We makin' bullets rain
Never heard we was doin' same
F*ck a rap
We gettin' in the mess
F*ck a rap
We gon' send them cats
We are alley cats
Hit his ass up
From his head
To his fuckin' neck
From his fuckin' head
To his fuckin' chest
It's a rap
Riddle him up
His ass dead
Toe tag
Yeah, bitch
Cold red
Look at his head
Like Peter Pan
All I do is sweat
Unload the cig
Right in his head
Then reload the med
Bitch niggas scared
Talkin' to 12
I don't do no feds
I get the money real quick
Then I buy some grams
Flip that shit
Right to your mask
And don't do no stamps
I don't do no skin
I don't do no stamps
All I do is flip
Then I get it back
Yeah
I just get it back
Might f*ck around
Below that gat
Niggas was talkin' so reckless
Police came out his neck
Got his lil' ass stretched
We at war
Who is next
Last time I got bumped
I get wrecked
But I'm comin' back
I'm comin' back
Harder than I never confessed

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