Video Musik

Video Musik

Dari

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
GR1ZZY
GR1ZZY
Songwriter

Lirik

[Verse 1]
Trap-trap in the bando
I don't wanna look like you
My young **** with the Rambo
You'll be gettin' jooked right through
Brother have scrams in the block
'Cause you know what the hood might do
All my one-fifty **** trap
'Cause we don't wanna look like you
[Verse 2]
Trap-trap in the bando
I don't wanna look like you
My young **** with the Rambo
You'll be gettin' jooked right through
Brother have scrams in the block
'Cause you know what the hood might do
All my one-fifty **** trap
'Cause we don't wanna look like you
[Verse 3]
Catchin' plays on FaceTime
I flip that money like anytime
Tahoe black like Akon
I send 'em past across state lines
Fifty-one fifty, keep drums with me
No skrrt man, fuck her from the back, kill a cab
Just bought a present for my right hand man
Strapped up like Iron Man
Cook a rapper like a frying pan
Hit that skrrt from them tires, man
Put 'em under sheets like the Ku Klux Klan
Shooters hoppin' out the caravan
I beat a murder like Gucci, man
Waka Flocka Flame, I'm a hooligan
He drop a name, they shootin' him
Facts
[Verse 4]
In the bando playin' craps
Talkin' full of racks, thirty-five a brick
The rain is Rollie, it don't tick
Eighty-five K when I spin
Now they feel some type of way
Left me horny in his bitch
And I can't respect a **** with an earring on they lip
See this pistol on my hip, got a long-ass clip
I'm respected by the Bloods and the goddamn Crips
Always at the dealership hoppin' in and out of foreigns
Boy, your money too funny
Your new nickname Martin Lawrence, Waka Flocka
[Verse 5]
Trap-trap in the bando
I don't wanna look like you
My young **** with the Rambo
You'll be gettin' jooked right through
Brother have scrams in the block
'Cause you know what the hood might do
All my one-fifty **** trap
'Cause we don't wanna look like you
[Verse 6]
Trap-trap in the bando
I don't wanna look like you
My young **** with the Rambo
You'll be gettin' jooked right through
Brother have scrams in the block
'Cause you know what the hood might do
All my one-fifty **** trap
'Cause we don't wanna look like you
[Verse 7]
All I try to do is get money, my reddies
Fuck boy, introduce you to my semi
This **** here get you goin', I'm ready
Hit him up, doo-doo-doo out Giuseppe's
Look at you, look at you
I'm fuckin' your bitches, it's somethin' the moolah do
My **** will bully you
Move, move, better know what to do
Fuck a bitch then let her skate
She got two balls and a dick on her plate
First she blew me then she blew all my mates
Head in the bando, we make moolah cake
If we get the drop, pussy boy, better move out
Gotta find a new house
Mays in the cut, somebody gettin' shoot down
[Verse 8]
Trap-trap in the bando
I don't wanna look like you
My young **** with the Rambo
You'll be gettin' jooked right through
Brother have scrams in the block
'Cause you know what the hood might do
All my one-fifty **** trap
'Cause we don't wanna look like you
[Verse 9]
Trap-trap in the bando
I don't wanna look like you
My young **** with the Rambo
You'll be gettin' jooked right through
Brother have scrams in the block
'Cause you know what the hood might do
All my one-fifty **** trap
'Cause we don't wanna look like you
Written by: GR1ZZY
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