TRAPSTAR (feat. AyeGee, Lil Lockey, Lil Jamexican Crab & Rocco Flame)

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Hodgepodge

Hodgepodge or hotchpotch describes a confused or disorderly mass or collection of things; a "mess" or a "jumble". more »

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Rocco here learned to cook in the joint
I'm running these streets like a trackstar
Pulled up in the booth, rapping I'm a trapstar
Y'all fake, some actors, y'all just act hard
Mess with us, you gonna get scarred
Do this these with team with the squad
Don't press up on me, we ain't flawed
Sent my music international, send that abroad
All these blue faces on wad
Dim the lights, and she gon applaud

It's AG, guess who's back
Just got a call from Hodge, had to hop on the track
Won all these awards, got myself a plaque
Haven't been here in a year, but I've bounced back
Traveling to all these cities, maps getting tacked
Got no ceiling word of Lil Wayne, what's brack
Flexing on, showing dem my racks
I'm a creator, get wood like a lumberjack
You saying things behind us, how you gone switch back
Press up on us, that's foul better get back
Hands sitting on her shelf, like it's a knick-knack
No cussing, clean breath popping us some tic tacs

I'm running these streets like a trackstar
Pulled up in the booth, rapping I'm a trapstar
Y'all fake, some actors, y'all just act hard
Mess with us, you gonna get scarred
Do this these with team with the squad
Don't press up on me, we ain't flawed
Sent my music international, send that abroad
All these blue faces on wad
Dim the lights, and she gon applaud

804 this our city
JJ, we gon hit the gritty
Pull up at our function, we getting litty
Got water on the wrist like the Mississippi
No half heart, one hundred no fifty
Gon butcher any beef, kill that piggy
Got the bitty playing with that kitty
Press up it get sticky
Hodgepodge and its Lil Lockey
We skate on the beat, icy like its hockey
Big bomb, you a little boy, Nagasaki
Big chicken, teriyaki

I'm running these streets like a trackstar
Pulled up in the booth, rapping I'm a trapstar
Y'all fake, some actors, y'all just act hard
Mess with us, you gonna get scarred
Do this these with team with the squad
Don't press up on me, we ain't flawed
Sent my music international, send that abroad
All these blue faces on wad
Dim the lights, and she gon applaud

It's Hodgepodge and Lil Lockey want the smoke
But mans can't even walk, he broke
He try to talk that talk, he just want to provoke
Gone lurk at night with a cloak
He just yelling on track, mans a joke
Tell him to suck on this give it stroke
He better say with it, if he woke
Sippin on that soda, sip that coke
Mans a crippled man, he cant walk
Orion on this wrist, tik up this clock
Like how can he talk
Wrist rocky, in street he gone get socked

Hodgepodge make me angry, we scrapping the streets, on god
He can't wait till midnight, bro
He can't wait till the surgery over, on god
He ain't ready for this
He ain't ready for everything

It's Jamexican Crab
Wrist rocky, press up hit em a jab
With Hodge and Lockey in the lab
Pull em out the duffy, hundreds we gon grab

Ya it's Hodgepodge, Lil Lockey, Lil Jamexican Crab, AyeGee
(Lil Jamexican Crab, Hodgepodge, AyeGee, Lil Lockey 4L)
Big 4L, it's a trapstar
Get out of here buh, you want the smoke (Pass me this jawn)

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