Traptaculair

I set the wave
I set the standards
Ice out the chains
Fuck on the baddest
I turned the crib
Into a palace
These niggas hate
But i got no malice
I got that shit
Look like met gala
Drip everywhere
I don't got no manners
I sell the drip
Nigga I'm fashion

Look at these chains
I don't need no cameras
Mardi grai
These bitches be flashing
When you this icy
You don't need a Caption

These niggas is hating
So they got me bragging
These bitches weren't choosing
So they got me dragging
Look at my pockets
Wit out the back end
Bentley the truck
When we back in
Back in the Six
I'm back in that action

New chain every week
I'm feeling like migos
Need me six commas
Followed by zeros
I'm not a role model
I'm not no hero
They playing gangsta
Al pachinco

You keep the pills
Roll the weed though
I took the diesel
Mixed with gelato
Back to back
Looking like train smoke
Smoking that brown
Call it Antonio

Niggas be capping on salary
Hold that's a salary cap
If i just bought her that body then
Fuck it we taking it back

Calling the game like romo
They internet beefing for promo
You look up to them n they hoes bro
You follow the trend but don't know though
Who it came from Sosa



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Writer(s): Erik Simmons
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