Trap Bitch

She count them racks
She Bring me racks

That's my trap bitch

Yeah she freakin
Yeah she fuckin

She gonn shake some

Yeah that's my trap bitch
She got her own check

She don't need a nigga for nothin
She got her own shit

Trap bitch Trap bitch
Yeah u know she gonn act boogie

Late night ain't no hooters
Yeah she some where shakin ass

Late nights ain't no sleepin
Yeah she some where gettin a bag

Watch her
Shake it
Shake it
Shake it
Shake it
Shake it
For the bag

Trap bitch
Trap bitch
Gotta love my trap bitch

Black bitch
White bitch
Even fuckin a Hispanic

She gonn shake it
She gonn throw it
Every time she hear this shit

Blue flame
Magic City
We in Follies with the shit

Yeah we got Molly in this bitch
Expensive bottles in this bitch

I spent ya car note in this bitch
And I'm still ballin in this bitch

You Tryin to keep up
You won't ketchup
Too much Money in this bitch

You Tryin to keep up
With me nigga
Rack for rack then mf
Wan a nigga with some money
She tryin to fuck me for my number

You know I hit her
Had to quit her

She didn't like that part

Hopped up
Threw On my givenchy

Back to chasin money

But gotta keep her round the trap
To catch a snake with money



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Writer(s): Brick Boy
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