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Lyrics : TRAPBAKK
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I got the trap back jumpin', I got the trap back (Trap back)
I got the Hellcat comin', f**k your lil' Scat Pack (Scat Pack)
I got the .30 on me know it, I shoot at your back-back (Back-back)
We from the 'partments of Magnolia, doo-doo-doo, blatt-blatt (Bah)
Ridin' 'round with a f**kin' MAC, yeah
And I'm posted on the block, like, "Where you at?", yeah
I'll do anything for my f**kin' slatt, yeah
Mix the lean with the perkie, feel relaxed, yeah
I got the racks, you know it, she know it
I got the racks in the club, I'ma throw it
Your b*t*h on my d**k and you know she gon' blow it
You ain't got no racks, little n***a, you blow it
You talkin' that sh*t, then I beat you like Floyd
Mayweather money, lil' boy
Jump off the jet in the [?] boys
I just bought a TEC, ain't no testin' us, boy
Keep you a vest and don't mess with us, boy
Sendin' them shots, not no messages, boy
Play with my name and it's death with it, boy
We gettin' them bricks off them Mexican boys
Talk down, I'm sendin' a set with us, boy
Thank God that I'm blessed, I'm a veteran, boy
I'm green, I'm slime like veteran child
Talkin' that sh*t that be word of mouth
Hundred racks in, hundred racks out
Shoot at your man, shoot at your spouse
Stay in the trap, we gon' kill us a mouse
He snitch on the gang then we huntin' him down
My whip candy paint and it come off the ground
Monte Carlo SS
If I die, I'm a legend like XXX
666, you can meet lord, death
When I shoot, I only hit the neck
Only hit the neck, she suckin' d**k, she givin' neck
I'm royalty, you n***as pests
I keep it G, you n***as dress in dresses
Diamonds dancing' 'round my necklace
Not to disrespect, but n***as disresepcting on the [?]
I got the trap back jumpin', I got the trap back (Trap back)
I got the Hellcat comin', f**k your lil' Scat Pack (Scat Pack)
I got the .30 on me know it, I shoot at your back-back (Back-back)
We from the 'partments of Magnolia, doo-doo-doo, blatt-blatt (Bah)
Ridin' 'round with a f**kin' MAC, yeah
And I'm posted on the block, like, "Where you at?", yeah
I'll do anything for my f**kin' slatt, yeah
Mix the lean with the perkie, feel relaxed, yeah
I got the racks, you know it, she know it
I got the racks in the club, I'ma throw it
Your b*t*h on my d**k and you know she gon' blow it
You ain't got no racks, little n***a, you blow it
You talkin' that sh*t, then I beat you like Floyd
Mayweather money, lil' boy
Jump off the jet in the [?] boys
I just bought a TEC, ain't no testin' us, boy
Keep you a vest and don't mess with us, boy
Sendin' them shots, not no messages, boy
Play with my name and it's death with it, boy
We gettin' them bricks off them Mexican boys
Talk down, I'm sendin' a set with us, boy
Thank God that I'm blessed, I'm a veteran, boy
I'm green, I'm slime like veteran child
Talkin' that sh*t that be word of mouth
Hundred racks in, hundred racks out
Shoot at your man, shoot at your spouse
Stay in the trap, we gon' kill us a mouse
He snitch on the gang then we huntin' him down
My whip candy paint and it come off the ground
Monte Carlo SS
If I die, I'm a legend like XXX
666, you can meet lord, death
When I shoot, I only hit the neck
Only hit the neck, she suckin' d**k, she givin' neck
I'm royalty, you n***as pests
I keep it G, you n***as dress in dresses
Diamonds dancing' 'round my necklace
Not to disrespect, but n***as disresepcting on the [?]
