Trap Rules

Running roun town with no goons
Just dragon my balls like goku
Command ya bitch to blow to
Put the new coupe in slow cruise
And it back up like hoes do
Who this lil nigga i don't know you
Yeah I was the kid ina ole school
Fishbowl so u know when I roll Through
Blowing out the pound
But if you don't believe
Yes indeed
I can I show you
Trap house still got the grow tools
So I can get the dab
To fill a whole room
Drip so wet need dry proof
Versace stitch in my suits
And ya hoe in my suite
I tricked her for a damn treat
Sucking on dis dick so good
Damn she think it's sum damn seeds
All dis god damn molly
Got her Sloppy
She think it's like candy
Yea It make her antsy
I fuck her till she Bambi
Blowing out the pound
Like I'm banshee
Room so got damn cloudy
Outer body nearly can't breathe
Yeh I fucked up on the damn beat
You ain't going Wyle on the tape
U ain't 6 side like drake
But I got them babies
Plus I make them hits
So I'm spanking them lately
My drip & ice shidd ima make you hate me
After I slay ya lady
The Uber be driving me daisy
She want more of it you pay me
Yes indeed
My drip cost racks u can't this free
Can't catch this if you don't receive
I'm obj with no referees
My drip cost more than ya x men's please
Can't you see everything
I wore rare if you nahmein (Wolverine)



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Writer(s): Rich Simms
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