Trap Soul
Ty bam you know that I got this shit
Ball out every season like roddy rich
Told that lil bitch to quit playin, I am just sayin, Go head and hop on the dick
If I get the work ima flip the shit
Servin them boes like money Mitch
I know these niggas they plottin, Youngins be watchin, waitin to cap yo shit
100 rounds make sure ya body flip
Told my dawg Marlo I body shit
Now outchea we makin plays, Go state to state, Fuck up some commas bitch
Freak hoes is all that I'm rockin wit
Bout to cop some designer the flyest shit
Told my girl to roll up da woods, I fuck her real good, She gripping the bed n shit
Head is so good and that pussy my medicine
You can get it wherever just tell me when
All of these is really niggas irrelevant
Bitch I stay at the trap like a resident
Ima stomp on this beat like a elephant
I ain't never gon stop til I get a M
The shit that I'm spittin is no cap
Eatin Syrup sandwich for a snack
If I already smash you can get her back
She throwin them fits like a lil brat
You can't say that I ain't been to hell n back
Whole pound of the gas yeah I need that
When I'm strokin she giving me feedback
Do the dash on the plug like a running back
I just got me some head at the laundry-mat
Can't fall in love ain't got time for that
All of my niggas they love to trap
Kickin that bullshit to curb
That shit that you talkin is for the birds
The clip hangin out like Larry Bird
If the feds comin nigga don't say a word
I made a promise to get rich
Puttin my soul in this trap shit
Puttin my heart in this rap shit
Ex-girl that's in the past tense
Said I find no one better you lyin bitch
Talkin shit trynna bring me down
Hell no you can't stay around
Yo price high over there low on my side
Fuck yo bitch make a play at the same time
You nigga learned to finesse
Watch how I fuck up a check
They tellin that I'm the best
I ain't hear shit my life is mess
Workin lame jobs be givin me stress
I was down bad nobody help
Funny how folks say they love you but can't even send call or text
Havin bad dreams of me falling Yeah I was starving So I been poppin the x
Workin hard ain't no time rest
Waitin for it bitch I'm know I'm up next
In my feelings gotta pour up da tech
Backwoods have me feeling the best
Makin pussy niggas fold like collar
Got me mojo than Austin powers
Two bad bitches they takin a shower
Da plug say he bringing the work in a hour
Ball out every season like roddy rich
Told that lil bitch to quit playin, I am just sayin, Go head and hop on the dick
If I get the work ima flip the shit
Servin them boes like money Mitch
I know these niggas they plottin, Youngins be watchin, waitin to cap yo shit
100 rounds make sure ya body flip
Told my dawg Marlo I body shit
Now outchea we makin plays, Go state to state, Fuck up some commas bitch
Freak hoes is all that I'm rockin wit
Bout to cop some designer the flyest shit
Told my girl to roll up da woods, I fuck her real good, She gripping the bed n shit
Head is so good and that pussy my medicine
You can get it wherever just tell me when
All of these is really niggas irrelevant
Bitch I stay at the trap like a resident
Ima stomp on this beat like a elephant
I ain't never gon stop til I get a M
The shit that I'm spittin is no cap
Eatin Syrup sandwich for a snack
If I already smash you can get her back
She throwin them fits like a lil brat
You can't say that I ain't been to hell n back
Whole pound of the gas yeah I need that
When I'm strokin she giving me feedback
Do the dash on the plug like a running back
I just got me some head at the laundry-mat
Can't fall in love ain't got time for that
All of my niggas they love to trap
Kickin that bullshit to curb
That shit that you talkin is for the birds
The clip hangin out like Larry Bird
If the feds comin nigga don't say a word
I made a promise to get rich
Puttin my soul in this trap shit
Puttin my heart in this rap shit
Ex-girl that's in the past tense
Said I find no one better you lyin bitch
Talkin shit trynna bring me down
Hell no you can't stay around
Yo price high over there low on my side
Fuck yo bitch make a play at the same time
You nigga learned to finesse
Watch how I fuck up a check
They tellin that I'm the best
I ain't hear shit my life is mess
Workin lame jobs be givin me stress
I was down bad nobody help
Funny how folks say they love you but can't even send call or text
Havin bad dreams of me falling Yeah I was starving So I been poppin the x
Workin hard ain't no time rest
Waitin for it bitch I'm know I'm up next
In my feelings gotta pour up da tech
Backwoods have me feeling the best
Makin pussy niggas fold like collar
Got me mojo than Austin powers
Two bad bitches they takin a shower
Da plug say he bringing the work in a hour
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Writer(s): Tyreek Middleton
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