Lyrics

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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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