TrapPhone
I'm putting snow out
For every nigga
That's on dat corner
Every time I hit the booth
You know I get like ah preacher
All this knowledge I'm holding
You know I gotta embrace it
I be on my block
Til the pack whole gone
My ambition is different
I grind in any weather
Gotta watch for these niggas that's not in my plan
Said that shit Guttah hop you niggas understand
Neva picking up the phone if it ain't bout ah trap
Nigga I'm really the plug
I put my tax on them drugs
My trapPhone really be jumping
I'm keeping that shit on For ever
Yeah I got the big Rocks
Posted on my block
Tucking that shit in my sock
Quick 10 bands
I seen as ah youngan
Think I was only like 16
Wooside be my trenches
Them other niggas bitches
Fuck around gotta dismiss em
My shooter finger itchin
When He shoot neva miss em
Then Right back to the trenches
Them dubs they really dishing
You know I Took me losses
I shit Ran backUp
I learned me ah lesson for real
I gotta stay humble
I neva can fumble
Keep stacking my cheedah
N watchOut for niggas
He might just be plottin
Member he was watching
I'm tryna get rich
From selling Them dimes n dubs
Flipping packs tryna make ah comeUp
All my niggas grinding...
Fuckin up ah check
Can't take money wit us
When we Six feet under
Member we was broke
I was just ah shorty
Started moved packs
That was like 07
I was like ah eleven...
I had the 2 for 5s
Poppin off some Reggie
Me n all my niggas
Grabbing pack together
Them niggas my brothers...
And Dey kno I luv em
Free shizz out the jam
Free Dub out the jam
Can't forget about you
I'm praying for my dawgs
Ta Get em out dat cell
Every chance I get
I get them books together
Got my shit together
Aye
Can't fuckUp this money
Now my pockets chubby
I got lots of money
That shit keep on coming
I think that shit love me
The streets neva trust it
Loss two of my homies
Stress it keep on coming
Backwoods what I'm rolling
The gas got me coughing
Zanxs they had nauseous
I had to get off em
Mixing perks wit purple
Yeah it had slippin
I was really dippin
Drugs they had tripping
Robbing just to get em
All my life been winning
I just keep on sinning
My heart should be purple
Couple people cross me
Gotta be more cautious
On my life been working
Ain't nobody perfect
Taken risks that's worth it
God can you forgive me
Nigga I'm really the plug
I put my tax on them drugs
My trapPhone really be jumping
I'm keeping that shit on For ever
For every nigga
That's on dat corner
Every time I hit the booth
You know I get like ah preacher
All this knowledge I'm holding
You know I gotta embrace it
I be on my block
Til the pack whole gone
My ambition is different
I grind in any weather
Gotta watch for these niggas that's not in my plan
Said that shit Guttah hop you niggas understand
Neva picking up the phone if it ain't bout ah trap
Nigga I'm really the plug
I put my tax on them drugs
My trapPhone really be jumping
I'm keeping that shit on For ever
Yeah I got the big Rocks
Posted on my block
Tucking that shit in my sock
Quick 10 bands
I seen as ah youngan
Think I was only like 16
Wooside be my trenches
Them other niggas bitches
Fuck around gotta dismiss em
My shooter finger itchin
When He shoot neva miss em
Then Right back to the trenches
Them dubs they really dishing
You know I Took me losses
I shit Ran backUp
I learned me ah lesson for real
I gotta stay humble
I neva can fumble
Keep stacking my cheedah
N watchOut for niggas
He might just be plottin
Member he was watching
I'm tryna get rich
From selling Them dimes n dubs
Flipping packs tryna make ah comeUp
All my niggas grinding...
Fuckin up ah check
Can't take money wit us
When we Six feet under
Member we was broke
I was just ah shorty
Started moved packs
That was like 07
I was like ah eleven...
I had the 2 for 5s
Poppin off some Reggie
Me n all my niggas
Grabbing pack together
Them niggas my brothers...
And Dey kno I luv em
Free shizz out the jam
Free Dub out the jam
Can't forget about you
I'm praying for my dawgs
Ta Get em out dat cell
Every chance I get
I get them books together
Got my shit together
Aye
Can't fuckUp this money
Now my pockets chubby
I got lots of money
That shit keep on coming
I think that shit love me
The streets neva trust it
Loss two of my homies
Stress it keep on coming
Backwoods what I'm rolling
The gas got me coughing
Zanxs they had nauseous
I had to get off em
Mixing perks wit purple
Yeah it had slippin
I was really dippin
Drugs they had tripping
Robbing just to get em
All my life been winning
I just keep on sinning
My heart should be purple
Couple people cross me
Gotta be more cautious
On my life been working
Ain't nobody perfect
Taken risks that's worth it
God can you forgive me
Nigga I'm really the plug
I put my tax on them drugs
My trapPhone really be jumping
I'm keeping that shit on For ever
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