Traptize(d)

Tired these bitch ass bitches
Tired these bitch ass niggas

Woo... Uh, Yeah
I need like 5 mil at least til I'm happy
Got one for my pops & then one for my momma
Then one for myself, & then one for my brothers
Then one for the people that stayed through the drama
I don't ever play it's a day when I'm gonna
I'm tired these niggas
I'm tired these bitches
I'm hot like a flame boy you hot like a sauna
I'm Circus Olay & you all pre-Madonna

My bitch still tellin' me that I'm a dick
But she still can't get the fuck off my dick
The story the same, you see me on stage
So girl can you please hop the fuck out my pic
I'm done with the games, I'm running away
And ain't gonna stop 'til my pockets is rich
Think my emotions just fell in a ditch
Wont grab 'em, I think I just build a bridge
And I tell a hoe is a hoe by her friends
The bitch sayin' no, its a go on her friends
We Roshambo then she off to the fence
Got it on GoPro but she knocked out the lens
I clear out her stomach she call it a cleanse
She said if I go, will you go, idk, it depends
Don't waste time thinkin' bout issues
I said don't cry quit wastin' my tissue
Said goodbye & she said I'll miss
Ya last man weak girl that ass got misused
He seen what I seen, how you ever leave this view
You know I need that but I know you need this to

I got the, I got the, I got the drum for all of you niggas
And I got the, I got the, I got the UH for all of you bitches
And I gotta
Open my arms & help out my people I'll lay down the flooring
I swear niggas needa start callin' me morning, cus I come around & I bring out the son in you niggas

Two tone whip like a tan line
Hand on my head & a hand on my pant line, uh
Suck dis dick or fuck dis dick
Pussy so good why I nut dis quick
Call back later relapse that shit
Just been down ya can't pass that shit
Won't pass no bitch with a ass this thick
Gotta pay for ya school cus ya class get skipped
I'ma go yard & I ain't rushin'
Gotta Goyard it's full of Russians
I'm not here for all the fussin, I just barely started buzzin'
And a nigga goin' off because it's Yerf on the production
Type of nigga have you shook from turnin' nothing into somethin'
No discussion, keep it quiet, like it best when niggas hushin'
Shawty blushin', over things I try to tell that was nothin'

I got the, I got the, I got the drum for all of you niggas
And I got the, I got the, I got the UH for all of you bitches
And I gotta
Open my arms & help out my people I'll lay down the flooring
I swear niggas needa start callin' me morning, cus I come around & I bring out the son in you niggas



Credits
Writer(s): Elijah Pantin
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