Songtexte
**** say that they hate the tap what they fuck they talking bout
You ain’t even in nd out states you be chilling on the couch
I can tell that **** broke his ass be always in house
How the fuck you gone hate the trap you ain’t seen more then a pound
Balling on these **** tell em catch up if they can
Drop her at his house so she catch up with her man
I been getting the bag that’s the A I’m every plan
**** sleeping on me shit that cool sleep on this fn
Baby said she hate me why I be sleeping with her friends
Why the fuck I pray for this forgiveness when it’s sin again
Beef we murder it like the mafia we gone send em in
Street fighter I’ll turn to Ken with the hand on hand
**** say that they hate the trap must be broke ass hell
Ain’t riding with no snakes or no rats this ain’t ysl
For wavy **** only in my city you either buy or sell
Fucking on this bitch who FaceTime when she drunk ass hell
Packages shipped in but it ain’t DHL
Teach a broke **** how to make through the fucking mail
For wavy **** only you baby either sink or sail
**** could’ve been here but they played themselves
**** say that they hate the tap what they fuck they talking bout
You ain’t even in nd out states you be chilling on the couch
I can tell that **** broke his ass be always in house
How the fuck you gone hate the trap you ain’t seen more then a pound
Balling on these **** tell em catch up if they can
Drop her at his house so she catch up with her man
I been getting the bag that’s the A I’m every plan
**** sleeping on me shit that cool sleep on this fn
Written by: James Carney


