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Trap Shit Nigga
I be fried as hell
Get so fried until I can't see
That's to cover up this pain and the jealousy
Her angelic frame got me feeling heavenly
Can't get her out my brain
It's like she put a spell on me
I ball on hall of fame
Yo bitch ass on rookie
I been feeling strange need a Millie Bobby Brown
To turn it over, flip that shit upside down
My new bitch think I'm funny
And my ex think I'm a clown
But she still think I'm heaven sent
Like Franklin Saint
I be rolling with the guys
Pearling woods and smoking dank
It be hard for you to catch the re
I'm D-Rod in the paint
And if somebody try to fuck with us
We turn they ass to shake
We be trapping shit
Try to be like us
Well bitch you can't
Groupie bitch she want my money
Tryna fuck me for my name
And we stay strapped up
Always got my mask on feel like bane
Pull up in black truck
Got on all black to match the paint
Got on all black to match the tent
That's not my hoe I plead the fifth
I spent so much money
On this fucking weed more than your rent
That goofy nigga think I'm tripping off a tweet
Come meet the blick
She said all you do is rap and smoke this weed
Bitch that's my kit
And this switch keep fucking my lungs up
Bitch get your bucks up
And that bitch she fat as hell
She got her tummy tucked
Von threw that switch up
You know I snag it
Like I'm J Jettas
Wreaking havoc
On the fucking field
We keep it real
This that trap shit nigga
And you know it's real
No we don't got deals
But it's coming
2025, we running up sacks
You know how we bummin
WRITERS
Matthew Wright, Devon Adkins, Damarien Green
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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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