Vvs
And I said trap, trap, trap, trappin' vvs
Diamonds on my neck, nigga I don't really need these
Bad hoes, all up in my phone I said leave me
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
I'm trappin' vvs
And I said trap, trap, trap, trappin' vvs
Diamonds on my neck, nigga I don't really need these
Bad hoes, all up in my phone I said leave me
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
I'm trappin' vvs
And I said
Trap trap traps yeah
I don't wanna have to go kill yeah
I don't wanna count no more pennies yeah
I won't, my niggas won't do it yeah
I got that cake in my hands yeah
I got the fashion, no taste yeah
I got the money in bands yeah
I got the money in bands yeah
Racks don't do the dash, so I hadda' go cop them bands yeah
I don't want new friends yeah, I been out counting my friends yeah
Why are these niggas so mad yeah, why are these niggas so mad yeah
I just been killing my plan yeah, your girl said she a fan yeah
I got the boots with the bag yeah, look at these niggas they mad yeah
Look at these fuck nigga hands yeah, I don't see fuck nigga hands yeah
Fuck that nigga I don't see that nigga, bunch of bands here yeah
You know what I said
And I said trap, trap, trap, trappin' vvs
Diamonds on my neck, nigga I don't really need these
Bad hoes, all up in my phone I said leave me
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
I'm trappin' vvs
And I said trap, trap, trap, trappin' vvs
Diamonds on my neck, nigga I don't really need these
Bad hoes, all up in my phone I said leave me
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
I'm trappin' vvs
And I said
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
I'm runnin' them packs
I'm runnin' a little, I don't want it back
Look at my niggas, look at the facts
I don't give fuck bout a young nigga racks
I just pulled up with your bitch to the trap
We never knew nothing bout how to get racks
Look at my bag
(Wrist flick)
I just pulled up, look at my gang
(Rich shit)
Look at my, look at my gang
We just pulled up with them thangs
We just pulled up with your bitch
She gon' pull up with the same
And I said trap, trap, trap, trappin' vvs
Diamonds on my neck, nigga I don't really need these
Bad hoes, all up in my phone I said leave me
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
I'm trappin' vvs
And I said trap, trap, trap, trappin' vvs
Diamonds on my neck, nigga I don't really need these
Bad hoes, all up in my phone I said leave me
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
I'm trappin' vvs
And I said
Diamonds on my neck, nigga I don't really need these
Bad hoes, all up in my phone I said leave me
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
I'm trappin' vvs
And I said trap, trap, trap, trappin' vvs
Diamonds on my neck, nigga I don't really need these
Bad hoes, all up in my phone I said leave me
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
I'm trappin' vvs
And I said
Trap trap traps yeah
I don't wanna have to go kill yeah
I don't wanna count no more pennies yeah
I won't, my niggas won't do it yeah
I got that cake in my hands yeah
I got the fashion, no taste yeah
I got the money in bands yeah
I got the money in bands yeah
Racks don't do the dash, so I hadda' go cop them bands yeah
I don't want new friends yeah, I been out counting my friends yeah
Why are these niggas so mad yeah, why are these niggas so mad yeah
I just been killing my plan yeah, your girl said she a fan yeah
I got the boots with the bag yeah, look at these niggas they mad yeah
Look at these fuck nigga hands yeah, I don't see fuck nigga hands yeah
Fuck that nigga I don't see that nigga, bunch of bands here yeah
You know what I said
And I said trap, trap, trap, trappin' vvs
Diamonds on my neck, nigga I don't really need these
Bad hoes, all up in my phone I said leave me
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
I'm trappin' vvs
And I said trap, trap, trap, trappin' vvs
Diamonds on my neck, nigga I don't really need these
Bad hoes, all up in my phone I said leave me
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
I'm trappin' vvs
And I said
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
I'm runnin' them packs
I'm runnin' a little, I don't want it back
Look at my niggas, look at the facts
I don't give fuck bout a young nigga racks
I just pulled up with your bitch to the trap
We never knew nothing bout how to get racks
Look at my bag
(Wrist flick)
I just pulled up, look at my gang
(Rich shit)
Look at my, look at my gang
We just pulled up with them thangs
We just pulled up with your bitch
She gon' pull up with the same
And I said trap, trap, trap, trappin' vvs
Diamonds on my neck, nigga I don't really need these
Bad hoes, all up in my phone I said leave me
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
I'm trappin' vvs
And I said trap, trap, trap, trappin' vvs
Diamonds on my neck, nigga I don't really need these
Bad hoes, all up in my phone I said leave me
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
I'm trappin' vvs
And I said
Credits
Writer(s): Tettey Tetteh
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.