Letra

Trap line blingin', clients ringin' I get figures Swing it, splash it and turn 'em swimmers All of my niggas are lions, gorillas Big machine in the room but I still want to sweep with a broom (Woosh) Let me show you how demons move (What?) Play hide and seek or peekaboo (Bap-bap-bap) Little bro wanna step and squeeze it too,cool Three door truck, three of the goons let's move, tryna put you on the news The boys in blue wanna primark crew so we still gotta leave no clues (No no) Anywhere that I see these yutes I beat my boots, ruin the B22's Amiri jeans with a Louis bag, Moncler with the season's new Trap, can't reload if it's dеcent food need TT Grab, make the thing go boom Camе with five but I beat off two, now I'm left to free (Bluwoo) Anyone I see on the way back, jump out spray that corn it's sweet Blitz got bun and they thought it was me Talk is cheap, we don't speak (Ssh) Four line ring gotta call for the Ri (Brtt-brrt) Had to put that trap on pause to war on the streets (It's war!) Yo, who's got the keys? You know I wanna drill that now (Skrr) Ay broski spin that round (Spin dat) Them man can't drive with the windows down Since Armed Response got dipped and drown (Clown) No pickin' and choosin', crash that corn at the crowd (Bap-bap) Go there with a pistol, no whistle They gonna hear that loud (Baow-baow) You hear that sound? That's sirens comin' (Oh shit) I'm doin' the dash I'm cuttin' (I'm gone) Broad day when broski done him (Ching-ching) Always got a pokey on him One in the headie, I ain't tryna hit no leggies I'll wave that wap and wig him Had man swimmin' and I still grind consistent, my thing different Fly them dinners (Fly it, fly it) Trap line blingin', clients ringin', I get figures (I get money) Got ties for drillers we do that dirt in the dingers (Do it) Shoot or splash it and turn them swimmers Now they got bro doin' bird with wingers (Free him) All of my niggas are lions, gorillas Supply them kittens, jugg, food in the scales Fly it and hit it (Bap-bap) Jumped out the ride rised it and hit him You can hear how the tires are skiddin' (Skrr-skrr) I never heard shit from them when I was doin' years in the prison (No) Had me on the wing tryna pattern on visits Four and a half man tag it in tickets (Man pattern) What's next? Send out a text Clean up the digis, add up the digits (Add it up) The package will vanish in minutes I know how to manage a business And I still know how to bang it and drill it I heard suttin' got Murdered, don't know who did it Could've been W or L, we got that W They suffered a L, they lie and they cover it well (Lyin') Free Flipper, done it in broad day bait as hell Man hit the news by twelve Hammer and nails that had me in jail I threw him a shell when he fell (He dropped) I flew in a coupe and chilled with a girl Next day put 2 pricks in the scales Pissed that the pigs put me in a cell (I'm pissed) My 1siders still pull up, hop out with hood up and man get cook up Big hollow tip in his tee, no sugar Bro on a 125 with a cooker S-pect didn't get bined but he should of Should of got fried and toasted Bro beat his mash that he ghosted Didn't know who it's the usual culprits Rest up Culprit (Ay rest up Culps man)
Writer(s): Abel Miranda-ferraz Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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