Texty
Lucky that I changed my outfit
Would've got blood on my brand new tracky
One week straight in the same tracksuit
Like ain't it obvious I'm trappin'
Got something on me in my pocket
Nah bro it ain't obvious I'm lackin
When I start doing shows can
I bring along joe
I don't know, he's a bit too active
Lucky that I changed my outfit
Would've got blood on my brand new tracky
One week straight in the same tracksuit
Like ain't it obvious I'm trappin'
Got something on me in my pocket
Nah bro it ain't obvious I'm lackin'
When I start doing shows can
I bring along joe
I don't know, he's a bit too active
Growing up it was dixy
That's four wings and chips with my brodies
Now I'm out of ends
That's uptown eating shrimp with some ravioli
Same shit but a different day
I'm getting kinda bored it's weak
Gally keep calling me cute
They don't even know how much niggas I've bored this week
247 I grind
Sometimes I feel like I trap in my sleep
Ring trap I've been linking Alex
That's how I got me them Alex Mcqueens
Ring trap I've been hitting Jamie
That's how I got paint splash on my jeans
I'm in the pagan zone just lurking
In all black like Nanny Mcphee
Grandma found a pack in my room
Now she's mad for true
I'm just there like nanny oh please
Got the baitest face in this bait estate
With bro and a swammy on me
Feds showing concern about teeth
Cah he built a two bagger
They lying in three
Crash got a link for some boxes
But the plug don't know that
We ain't coming with P's
In the trap with some TT light
But this light more yellow
Than Lisa's husband
And the bobby's dirty, more than certi
Make sure the fiends can't function
AP still snatching watches
Last week he just took him a mortgage
Hard food for sale
Not the type that you sit down
And eat with ackee and swordfish
Last time I made something?
I saw more red than an Arsenal game
Feds tryna interview
Nothing like breakfast club with Charlemagne
If you're talking pounds I get mine
Before rush hour that's the best time
My next bro love sliding
Every time we ride on them yutes
Now he's living his best life
Got a dope ting from the West side
Lives not that far away from trapstar
She already know I'm a trapstar
Them man down the road on trap march
Talk bands but them man there bankrupt
So you're smoking more than weed
If you think them man got a smoke like cancer
Hoopty there cost more 18 hunna
You know like that song with Headie and Dave
Let's grab it and change the plates
Change the plates
Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Najee Nickle
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