Correction Paroles Trap Inda Trees par SSG Splurge

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It's goop
Yeah, I knew that ho was comin' like that

I ain't with that foo sh*t, so I don't care about no rap
Whole time I been gettin' paid, no cap
Know we step on they ass, no Kappa, no dappin
n***a, f**k a diss song, no rap, we rap 'em
Let my patna' serve 'em, why you run off and get tackled?
I ain't doin' sh*t but tryna put 'em on a channel
I ain't doin' sh*t but puttin' broads in a Phantom
Move the trap out of state, servin' bars in Atlanta
And no we don't care 'bout yo f**kin' bandana
I can drop a bag and get you hit by a random
We do n***as bad and ain't sh*t put on camera
I can whip it on the stove like it's [?]
Totin' Glizzy with a d**k, tryna hit, that's a dirty stick
She was askin' for some d**k, I tried to give the ho some Percocet
Shoota's on my team, I dropped em off, he ain't workin' yet
Buy that ho some Wendy's, what the f**k is a Birkin bag?
My lil' bro'll walk you down in some Cortez's
Did some shhh, then pulled up where the church at
Whippin' eagle's, turn this b*t*h into a bird nest
Your lil' jewelry ain't even my merch bag
Okay, back to that gangsta sh*t, what y'all wan' do?
They come through tryna hit, then we spin sum too
But I doubt they'll spin 'cause they know what we do
Know this Draco a wolf, we tryna get a n***a chewed
Turned the telly to a strip club, bad b*t*hes nude
I want the rich, get out the hood hoes, the sad b*t*hes too
I don't care about sh*t but my daughter and my shoes
Know we beat n***as blue, leave 'em drunk like he booze
Let me ask, have you ever did a hit at a crew?
Make them n***as take off when that Crown Vic move
Make them n***as try to skip out of town when we shoot
He gon' die if I get p*ssed, so be glad I been cool
I get drugs everywhere, n***as know I attract it
Finna leave Miami, hit the city, get active
Yeah, I cut my dreads off, this sh*t deeper than rappin'
Yeah, I come by myself, I don't need a assassin
Couple n***as playin' pu**y, some sh*t I can't believe
b*t*h askin' where I'm at, b*t*h, I'm recording with T
And we stalkin' at your crib, b*t*h, you better not leave
'Cause you'll end up swimmin', you playin' sh*t like bleach
This a stolo, no screech
Park the hotbox around the corner, then creep
Opps in that store, I'm tryna see what they can eat
762's or these .223's
Stick with the string, this a ARP
No time to play, I'ma shoot what I see
No tuckin' chains, you won't take 'em off me
All of these birds, I could trap in the trees

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