trap

Lyrics

:], mhm, atl, memphis, tenn connect, let's get it, all my bitches call me papi, sloppy pockets, i'm poppin', all these dollars i been clockin', it ain't no way to stop it, my wrist so rocky, liberace watchin', 3 mil on watches, so much ice, drippin' off me, you and your bitch could play hockey, i'm sippin' lean out a coconut cup, i'm in the tropics, i been countin' so much money, had to find me a hobby, i'm czechoslaka, they watchin', i got rastas with choppers, got the machine gun with cartridges, they runnin' in, they ain't knockin', steve austin flossin', tell them it's a new boss in office, and if we ain't talking profit, it ain't no use in callin', these niggas triple crossin', double cross, quadruple your losses, i heard them haters tried to block, i went bought two new ferraris, double down with two pistols, ain't missino no target, right before the funeral, let you pick out your coffin, had to triple cross the double cross, quadruple your losses, sippin' lean like a coffee bean, ain't sleepin' on shawty, ok i doubled up the work, i put them things in the office, then put them on the freeway, now i feel like i'm rossy, seen them peoples in my rear view, hit the gas and i lost 'em, middle finger out the sunroof, they just mad cause i'm flossin', trap, all these rubber bands, fuck what i'm gon do with a wallet?, i'm in the booth countin' money, i'm so goddamn cocky, my lil' bitch pop her pussy, i just might pop me a molly, that clean codeine got me geeked up, spill lean all over versace, i got killers with me, they don't do no talkin' or boxin', i got that long bread, i'm talkin' footlong pizza, no toppings, throw them goons a little bread, we'll take your baby's adoption, and we ain't worried about the feds, ar's in secret compartments, ain't been to sleep in the longest, i sip that drank like it's coffee, they say that gucci's a martian, i buy my enemies coffins, we handle business like bosses and treat the streets like an office, i had a duplex with a million worth of bricks in the closet, double down with two pistols, ain't missino no target, right before the funeral, let you pick out your coffin, had to triple cross the double cross, quadruple your losses, sippin' lean like a coffee bean, ain't sleepin' on shawty, ok i doubled up the work, i put them things in the office, then put them on the freeway, now i feel like i'm rossy, seen them peoples in my rear view, hit the gas and i lost 'em, middle finger out the sunroof, they just mad cause i'm flossin', trap, you ain't know i spent that dough, and you might catch contacts, i got shooters on my side and if i say the word, then they ready for combat, like vietnam, wartime ain't no joke, niggas be playin' till the bullets start sprayin', can't hide these guns 'cause the clips too long, hunting for him, catch him hiding in his honeycomb, turn his motherfucking house to a haunted home, money long, get you touched in your front lawn, shots so loud setting off car alarms, run along, or be the next nigga dunked on, you be swearin' that you niggas got done wrong, get you jacked, no mask, no gloves on, beat a nigga ass, then turn it to a club song, vet in the game, got packs to prove, young niggas call me uncle juice, i got more cash than uncle scrooge, ya'll niggas made up like dr. seuss, all ice, no cz, i ball, ya'll niggas in the minor leagues, real shit, i got the shit on lock, bout to put this game in a ddt