CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Flies In Da Trap

(Authentic or nothin')
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Say that he gangster, I know that he cap
n***a run around screamin' that he got a body, you ain't kill nothin' but flies in the trap
I'm a real one, n***a, I'll never speak on a homi', and I only speak facts on the track
I don't read it 'less it's talkin' 'bout numbers with commas, these n***as, they pu**y, they cat
If I pull the drum out, n***a, this b*t*h shoot a hundred
Say that he gangster, I know that he cap
n***a run around screamin' that he got a body, you ain't kill nothin' but flies in the trap
I'm a real one, n***a, I'll never speak on a homi', and I only speak facts on the track
I don't read it 'less it's talkin' 'bout numbers with commas, these n***as, they pu**y, they cat
If I pull the drum out, n***a, this b*t*h shoot a hundred

I get on that Henn', I turn to a dog
I get on that mud, I move like a sloth
I only smoke Runtz and I only roll loud
He asked for your ho and I gave her a toss
Yeah, b*t*h, it's the Mob, try it, it's gon' be bodies
Droppin' like one did at Follies
All of these sticks here got mileage
All of my youngins, they wildin'
Locked in, they solid
Yeah, it's the mayor, I'm clutch, I'll never choke
GD, b*t*h, I'm reppin' four
I got your b*t*h by the ropes
The way she suckin' d**k, I wrote her name down in my notes
And no, we ain't cuffin' no ho
I pass her ass to Tay, he Larry Bird with the stroke
For this water, boy, you need a boat
A paddleboat ain't gon' work, you gon' get Super Soaked
And boy, I invested in drip
Big Yano, n***a, MVP of the 'chip
And yeah, b*t*h, I got plenty chips
Half come from rappin', the other half come from flips
So many blues, think that I'm Nip
And try to take a n***a, promise that I'm off the hip
They bump me, boy, I send a blitz
He gon' think I'm playin' Madden how I hit the stick

Say that he gangster, I know that he cap
n***a run around screamin' that he got a body, you ain't kill nothin' but flies in the trap
I'm a real one, n***a, I'll never speak on a homi', and I only speak facts on the track
I don't read it 'less it's talkin' 'bout numbers with commas, these n***as, they pu**y, they cat
If I pull the drum out, n***a, this b*t*h shoot a hundred
Say that he gangster, I know that he cap
n***a run around screamin' that he got a body, you ain't kill nothin' but flies in the trap
I'm a real one, n***a, I'll never speak on a homi', and I only speak facts on the track
I don't read it 'less it's talkin' 'bout numbers with commas, these n***as, they pu**y, they cat
If I pull the drum out, n***a, this b*t*h shoot a hundred

Hey, I got a problem with clockin' out
I'm workin' numbers all day, ain't no poppin' out
b*t*h, we ain't goin' on dates, she gon' eat me down
Say she want kids, but they already in her mouth
b*t*h, you gon' die reachin' for this jewelry
b*t*h, I got that fire, they think the boy security
Know that I'm a rapper, pay me backends
But I caught a play 'fore I came in, hey
Say he gangster, ain't believin' that
I shipped it out, he said that he receivin' that
I ran off, he really thought I was gon' bring it back
If I can't find me no pu**y, I finger racks
Young n***as look like they ready for a homi'
DeJ Loaf in this b*t*h, just wish a n***a try me
Wockeisha got that boy movin' like a zombie (Lean)
She say she vegan, but she gon' eat salami
Say he gon' shoot it, but that n***a bluff (Bluff)
A hundred bag give me a rush
Guarantee in my Backwood is a must (Gas)
I got plays every fifteen minutes like the bus
If I run through your ho, then b*t*h, you know that Foo hit it
If I spin your block, you gon' know who did it
These n***as ain't gangsters, man, these boys civilians
If I pull this drum out, this b*t*h gon' shoot a million, hey

Say that he gangster, I know that he cap
n***a run around screamin' that he got a body, you ain't kill nothin' but flies in the trap
I'm a real one, n***a, I'll never speak on a homi', and I only speak facts on the track
I don't read it 'less it's talkin' 'bout numbers with commas, these n***as, they pu**y, they cat
If I pull the drum out, n***a, this b*t*h shoot a hundred
Say that he gangster, I know that he cap
n***a run around screamin' that he got a body, you ain't kill nothin' but flies in the trap
I'm a real one, n***a, I'll never speak on a homi', and I only speak facts on the track
I don't read it 'less it's talkin' 'bout numbers with commas, these n***as, they pu**y, they cat
If I pull the drum out, n***a, this b*t*h shoot a hundred

(This is Authentic)