Listen to Trapathon by T-Dubb-O

Trapathon

T-Dubb-O

Hip-Hop/Rap

Lyrics

Body count look like the lotto It's showtime your boo in front the stage like the Apollo In no time I'm bout to take it over I need payola kicking down the door taking everything you owe us look Riding with the drum fuck a 30 I got 50 in the glock New box of soda with a quarter key of yola put the vision in the pot Bitch from last night still sleep Iont even know her motherfucking name Gang on the porch got fiends at the door tryna spend they lil change yea Top back on my Chevy, new hollows in my desi I skirt skirt like andretti moblyfe across my belly Hoe house up in my telly got tats all on me baby I fuck u like I'm crazy I'm walking like I'm lazy My poccets so heavy I call her lil shot put She got solid gold Becky I'm stacking this gwap up I bet 12 won't catch me, I sleep with the glock tucked Run in here I'm so ready, corny niggaz get popped up I'm Doing a buck 50 in the rain nigga I ain't scared of dying Cuzz from the hood all we know pain tell me what's the use in crying Nigga I be grinding grinding vision like a psychic Cannons like a pirate famished on a diet So that means I'm hungry like ain't nothing up in my fridge Lil nigga do it Andre the giant big I'm saying Digi scale With the yeah Chop it down Making sales Bag check Swag check Gimmie Head No sex Excuse me lil bitch I am poppin right now Cuzz failure not really an option right now I ain't got time you see me clocking right now Dead all that rah rah better calm it right down She throw that ass in a circle like I whip the pot Gang popping popping popping popping we don't sleep a lot Catching us sleeping not lil bitch we see the plot On god I'll send you to post up right up on jesus block Ice on my shoulders Dusse' on my coasters Semi on my wasteline bitch I feel like soldier I'm smoking california im litter than a bitch I run this shit high key y'all know exactly who this is I drop a 7 in the pot then I whip it to 10 I break it down and add more soda then I whip it again I got 5 new semis and they all got a twin I just flipped a 100 k and I'm a do it again I drop a 7 in the pot then I whip it to 10 I break it down and add more soda then I whip it again I got 5 new semis and they all got a twin I just flipped a 100 k and I'm a do it again Money machine go blttttttt choppa go blttttttt hop in the coupe and go skrrr I disappear 10 toes down out here, I have no fear I'm a monster grrrr this my year Digit scale With the yeah Chop it down Making sales Bag check Swag check Gimmie Head No sex
Writer(s): Antoine White Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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