Trap Bojakk (feat. Squalla)

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Knucky Bambino

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Shit... This another Klassix banger
Cooked By Con
Slap your momma in her fuckin' neck. Gang

Came for that bag now we running it up
Unless you got a badge ain't running from nothin
Stay out the way, posted up in the cut
If you think you got guts pussy nigga run up
Came for that bag now we running it up
Unless you got a badge ain't running from nothin
Stay out the way, posted up in the cut
If you think you got guts pussy nigga run up

F*ck up the sample the way that it kick
Got it by 20s, don't ask for knicks, Brodie keep that pistol on me like John Wick
Swerving the lane cause she riding the stick
Beat down, her friend think I'm hating that chick
Boy better chill, drop a lock in your bitch
I been hitting these goals while you riding they dick
Damn. Catch a nigga dissing get him knocked off
Riding something clean with the top off
Plus I hit the scene and your chick gone
Dope dick got a bitch withdrawn
Blowin' up my phone. What the f*ck you doing?
You don't want no gas get off of the phone
You all in your feelings bitch move along
Run it...

Came for that bag now we running it up
Unless you got a badge ain't running from nothin'
Stay out the way, posted up in the cut
If you think you got guts pussy nigga run up
Came for that bag now we running it up
Unless you got a badge ain't running from nothin'
Stay out the way, posted up in the cut
If you think you got guts pussy nigga run up

Puffing on gas and you know its the loudest
Working for dollars to make thru college
Nah, she ain't tricking she keeping it modest
And hope that word don't get back to her father
Look in the mirror, she feel like a monster
Chugging them shots and its blunt after blunt
Rubbing on dick, and she feel like a slut
She might hate herself now, wait until she come up

Came for that bag now we running it up
Unless you got a badge ain't running from nothin'
Stay out the way, posted up in the cut
If you think you got guts pussy nigga run up
Came for that bag now we running it up
Unless you got a badge ain't running from nothin'
Stay out the way, posted up in the cut
If you think you got guts pussy nigga run up

Got more flows than I got snapbacks
When I give the love out every track back
You know I'm steady trying to snatch that
Shooting them shots hoping they catch that
Buckshots with the bell cracked... ding
Philly shit, I'm the shit, hope they can smell that
Trying to stay from where them jails at
Ten toes down so I would never run and tell that
Look, I be high I be riding in the fly zone
Smoke on some of this and I'll welcome you into my zone
Die hard for this rap shit. I'm a try hard so focused don't know what I got to lie for
Now I feel like Ric gripping the pythons
We  been barking like pits to keep the hype going
We was scraping thru the jungle like some raptors
Sooner or later the time gonna put us on some raptures
Wow. Process the shit going down
Damn it. I'm thinking to loud. 
Humble you dummy I'm proud
Harder with every doubt. 
Or better cuz that's what the youngin' was bout
All in the drought with a plan that I'm trying to give out
Stuck up, you stuck in your route
That's the lane I'm trying get out, say, that's the lane I'm trying get out
Klassix...

Came for that bag now we running it up
Unless you got a badge ain't running from nothin'
Stay out the way, posted up in the cut
If you think you got guts pussy nigga run up
Came for that bag now we running it up
Unless you got a badge ain't running from nothin'
Stay out the way, posted up in the cut
If you think you got guts pussy nigga run up

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