OG Trap
I had to hit up a little massage joint man, I've been trapping across the country
I got a little ache in my back, but I feel a lot better though because my bank account looking full
Aiyaaa
Cross country trapping nigga, cumulating cash
I'm quick to smash when 200's on the fucking dash
I'm quick to smash if her ass be on stoopid fat
I'm quick to smash if my plate full I'm eating that
Where the weed
Where the lighter at
Blowing better gas
Had to re-up on the Cali grass
All I do is pass, Peyton Manning
A new sheriff in the game I'm taking flight and never Landing
I'm so outstanding
With my preparation, never cramming
She gets tooted up, hit the stage, baby drop them panties
I be going hard, I'm on asphalt
You a Peon pussy boy, you like Microsoft
You can't pay the cost
To be the boss, get yo girl tossed
Coldest in this game, sub zero how I'm spitting frost
She just wanna play, new position poke that ass out
They tippin everyday, just to see her she gone rack it up
Back it up
When the bass drops make the ass bounce do it right
When the bass drops make the ass bounce do it right
When the bass drops make the ass bounce do it right
She can get it all night, we gone do it all night
I be road running getting to the paper
I be road running getting to the paper
I be road running getting to the paper
Aiming for the top don't give a fuck about a hater
I'm tryna fuck with you
Me and you, whatchu wanna do
I'm not ja rule, but Monica where you going boo
I'm tryna be rude, but Let me tell you
I don't want that spit jack unless you gonna drool
Can't nobody stop me
Nobody block me
Just check my offense
I'm leaving paw prints
On someone's daughter
I'm no father
You met the author
Go play it proper
She said she honored
She makes me want her
By her sassiness, her classiness
And I love her ratchetness
Took bout 4-5 pills to piss
Had to go and clean my shit
Fighting all these chargers man
Aint that shit some bull
Young nigga hustling so I paid in full
I be road running getting to the paper
I be road running getting to the paper
I be road running getting to the paper
Aiming for the top don't give a fuck about a hater
I be road running getting to the paper
I be road running getting to the paper
I be road running getting to the paper
Aiming for the top don't give a fuck about a hater
Its the lifestyle over everything
Fly with us or get flown over
Squad
I got a little ache in my back, but I feel a lot better though because my bank account looking full
Aiyaaa
Cross country trapping nigga, cumulating cash
I'm quick to smash when 200's on the fucking dash
I'm quick to smash if her ass be on stoopid fat
I'm quick to smash if my plate full I'm eating that
Where the weed
Where the lighter at
Blowing better gas
Had to re-up on the Cali grass
All I do is pass, Peyton Manning
A new sheriff in the game I'm taking flight and never Landing
I'm so outstanding
With my preparation, never cramming
She gets tooted up, hit the stage, baby drop them panties
I be going hard, I'm on asphalt
You a Peon pussy boy, you like Microsoft
You can't pay the cost
To be the boss, get yo girl tossed
Coldest in this game, sub zero how I'm spitting frost
She just wanna play, new position poke that ass out
They tippin everyday, just to see her she gone rack it up
Back it up
When the bass drops make the ass bounce do it right
When the bass drops make the ass bounce do it right
When the bass drops make the ass bounce do it right
She can get it all night, we gone do it all night
I be road running getting to the paper
I be road running getting to the paper
I be road running getting to the paper
Aiming for the top don't give a fuck about a hater
I'm tryna fuck with you
Me and you, whatchu wanna do
I'm not ja rule, but Monica where you going boo
I'm tryna be rude, but Let me tell you
I don't want that spit jack unless you gonna drool
Can't nobody stop me
Nobody block me
Just check my offense
I'm leaving paw prints
On someone's daughter
I'm no father
You met the author
Go play it proper
She said she honored
She makes me want her
By her sassiness, her classiness
And I love her ratchetness
Took bout 4-5 pills to piss
Had to go and clean my shit
Fighting all these chargers man
Aint that shit some bull
Young nigga hustling so I paid in full
I be road running getting to the paper
I be road running getting to the paper
I be road running getting to the paper
Aiming for the top don't give a fuck about a hater
I be road running getting to the paper
I be road running getting to the paper
I be road running getting to the paper
Aiming for the top don't give a fuck about a hater
Its the lifestyle over everything
Fly with us or get flown over
Squad
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Writer(s): Jermaine Dave
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