Lyrics:
and I'm gonna take Jack with me, 'cause Pa didn't say anything to him
Way down this country road in a holler
Where they make that moonshine still
or who them robbers gonna hit
That's why I keep my Georgia TEC in the state of Georgia
We on the grind in Georgia
All the time, it ain't
Nothin'
or who them robbers gonna hit
That's why I keep my Georgia TEC in the state of Georgia
We on the grind in Georgia
All the time, it ain't
Nothin'
right now
Working all night for that beach front house
My phone said the reins need loud
I woke up to a scale n a ounce
Let's get it
All i know is
Trap
And I ain't leavin' the house
Without that in my hand
And it ain't only the cops
It's niggas on your block
That talk like a lil' bitch and
Act like they
life
I'm really savage in real life
This is bad Micheal Jackson
From black to white Micheal Jackson?
Click bait for some action
Catfish for some cash
Aye, this ain't that
And that ain't this (nah)
Same ol trap shit
Kindergarten rap shit
Bragging bout the drugs that you taking
This ain't that shit
pay
And my wine (?) and my shrimps sauteed
And I'm chillin' in LA with (?) for the day
Ain't that a bitch?
Foot up on the dash, ain't no brakes in
It's a madness
Check my account, it's a madness (Mmm)
Block that account, it's a catfish (Yeah)
Block that account, it's a catfish (Dubplate
This shit, that shit
Talk greaze catfish
Chalk cheese when on rap shit
Catch body’s catch this
My white ting is the baddest
Ain’t 21 but she savage
, trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, nigga, trap
You ain't getting no damn money
I suggest yo ass to trap
Trap, trap, trap, trap trap
Trap
New Era can see
No cap, i know that life a bitch but
They ain't prepared for me
See, before Love & Hip Hop I
Got love in hip hop
Mona Scott should
and my sword in my hand, lil' bro you could call a man Zorro
And if me and bro jump out shanks in hand more time you ain't seein' tomorrow (no)
I done
In your bed, no means yes
But I can't judge
That an ordinary first date I guess
If something too good it is
That a catfish
Falling for a fake ass
Small fry, strutting by the pool room
Small fry, should be in the school room
My, my put down that cigarette
You ain't grown up high and mighty
that's my pack money
Look I ain't got no record deal so no it ain't no rap money
You see the stack in my jeans, I can't fit no rubber band
twenty-two
look at the bio
That info is a throw off
It ain't really in her file
She won't fuck, unless you longer than a mile
If her friend call, probably fake dial
fish I hate the taste
Yes ma’am that’s a catfish
and ain’t no realness in that bitch
Dat catfish tragic
Online savage real life average
Yes ma’am that’s
she's a liar, a thief, and a cheater, I need her
That long hair ain't gonna cover up that red neck, boy
Catfish Billy
The motherfucking Billy in
the trap, be-beez in the trap
I beez in the trap, be-beez (uh) in the trap
Man, I been did that, man, I been popped off
And if she ain't trying to give
rap)
Stupid ass, got da cops up in yo trap
Trap trap trap trap trap trap
(cops up in yo trap trap) you ain't glo
We'll knock you out the map map
Map map
the trap, be-beez in the trap
I beez in the trap, be-beez (uh) in the trap
Man, I been did that, man, I been popped off
And if she ain't trying to give
rockin' soon as you get near
Fried catfish and bibles sold here
Everybody's welcome, it's a family affair
You ain't been nowhere 'til you been there
the burbs
If she ain’t shown figure in any of her pictures
Then she’s probably a fat bitch, damn
We call that shit a catfish, yeah
She’s not really a bad
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