New Trap Flow
G.C.P
Salsa music
Get with or get lost
Lord have mercy
Lord have mercy
I've been searching
Well who's been searching
Start whenever I want
Came and picked up my bong
I'm gon smoke when I want
Uh huh
What you gon do
Hit it like the way the few
I do not fuck with you nah
What the fuck you gon do
What you gon do (What you gon do)
When the cops start to shoot (Yea yea)
What you gon do (What you gon do)
When the cops start to shoot
Tell em that I'm gonna run from the cops
And I'm going to catch the lob and alley oop
I'm gonna run from the cops
And I'm going to catch the lob and alley oop
Kim Kardashian on my dick
Kanye making me sick
And he wanna hit a lick
I tell em
Come to Palmview
We in the trap
Where niggas wear blue
Where niggas don't slack
Where niggas got packs
Where niggas got straps
Where niggas got off and niggas pop off
Kanye west sucking my dick
He done let me take his chick
Now he mad I took his bitch
Running the trap
I'm running these laps
I tell em that niggas they wanna get mad
I tell em that niggas they wanna go at it
White tee
Lord have mercy
Lord have mercy
I've been searching
Well who's been searching
Start whenever I want
Came and picked up my bong
I'm gon smoke when I want
Uh huh
What you gon do
Hit it like the way the few
I do not fuck with you nah
What the fuck you gon do
Biko ain't got no etiquette
Bagging that hoe if she letting it
Getting the cash and I'm spending it
Living my life so reckless
Yo bitch she wearing my necklace
Built like a demon that pussy so heavenly
I give her that diesel she giving me everything
Gimme that juicy she my Halle Berry thing
Ok
Cocaine white sneakers on my feet yea you know what I do
On the highway loaded up as a roll right by you
Big brain shit pen it down oh there Go a haiku
Just one question what you gon do what you gon do
Taking them chances you taking advance
We are no the same
My feet been planted
Doing them dances
This is not for fame
Out for pain, On the train
The bus
The plane
I'll get it there
Holding all the weight
Little Boy I know it ain't that fair
Lord have mercy
Lord have mercy
I've been searching
Well who's been searching
Start whenever I want
Came and picked up my bong
I'm gon smoke when I want
Uh huh
What you gon do
Hit it like the way the few
I do not fuck with you nah
What the fuck you gon do
Salsa music
Get with or get lost
Lord have mercy
Lord have mercy
I've been searching
Well who's been searching
Start whenever I want
Came and picked up my bong
I'm gon smoke when I want
Uh huh
What you gon do
Hit it like the way the few
I do not fuck with you nah
What the fuck you gon do
What you gon do (What you gon do)
When the cops start to shoot (Yea yea)
What you gon do (What you gon do)
When the cops start to shoot
Tell em that I'm gonna run from the cops
And I'm going to catch the lob and alley oop
I'm gonna run from the cops
And I'm going to catch the lob and alley oop
Kim Kardashian on my dick
Kanye making me sick
And he wanna hit a lick
I tell em
Come to Palmview
We in the trap
Where niggas wear blue
Where niggas don't slack
Where niggas got packs
Where niggas got straps
Where niggas got off and niggas pop off
Kanye west sucking my dick
He done let me take his chick
Now he mad I took his bitch
Running the trap
I'm running these laps
I tell em that niggas they wanna get mad
I tell em that niggas they wanna go at it
White tee
Lord have mercy
Lord have mercy
I've been searching
Well who's been searching
Start whenever I want
Came and picked up my bong
I'm gon smoke when I want
Uh huh
What you gon do
Hit it like the way the few
I do not fuck with you nah
What the fuck you gon do
Biko ain't got no etiquette
Bagging that hoe if she letting it
Getting the cash and I'm spending it
Living my life so reckless
Yo bitch she wearing my necklace
Built like a demon that pussy so heavenly
I give her that diesel she giving me everything
Gimme that juicy she my Halle Berry thing
Ok
Cocaine white sneakers on my feet yea you know what I do
On the highway loaded up as a roll right by you
Big brain shit pen it down oh there Go a haiku
Just one question what you gon do what you gon do
Taking them chances you taking advance
We are no the same
My feet been planted
Doing them dances
This is not for fame
Out for pain, On the train
The bus
The plane
I'll get it there
Holding all the weight
Little Boy I know it ain't that fair
Lord have mercy
Lord have mercy
I've been searching
Well who's been searching
Start whenever I want
Came and picked up my bong
I'm gon smoke when I want
Uh huh
What you gon do
Hit it like the way the few
I do not fuck with you nah
What the fuck you gon do
Credits
Writer(s): Patrick Gonzales
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