Trap Open

Aye
I'm with the trappers and the scammers
Wock sippin tris sippin gang shit nigga
Smoking straight za
Yea
Yea
In the trap them niggas come around you better lock that door
Fuck this rap shit if it take to long i go back to selling bowls
I just heard about this flexing nigga got it from a hoe
My two shorty's quick to rob you probably take you off the floor
I need chains and watch and bracelet probably take that nigga phone
I just poured some tris up in my cup
This shit ain't for the low
I just booked a trip to cali get them highs in for the low
How the fuck i made like twenty thousand selling to the bros
How the fuck i'm in these streets with all this jewelry, keep a chrome
How the fuck you let them niggas rob you
Don't you keep a pole
I'm the boss so if i tell them niggas go
They quick to go
Shit like voss around my neck with water
Need some more
Man them niggas cappin they ain't never
Seen fuckin twenty roll
I was in the city with a 40 riding in the rolls
Rob had made a 50 trappin out his crib
Just selling lows
I had stacked it to the top before they started
Selling pros
You could get whatever from me baby
Long as you keep it closed
Nigga keep that trap open for long
This shit don't ever close
And i keep a bankroll with me nigga this shit will never fold
Yea i keep a banger with nigga i'll never go
Nigga andy sleeping off the lean let's make a hunnit mo
I was really dreaming bout this shit
Look how i passed em all
West was really flying in the jet
Nigga let me tag along
My lil shorty sweating of that x
He ready to tag em off
Yea uh, and we gone tag em all
Pistols get the clapping and we pull
Like what's cracking ho
In the field for real
Please don't shoot yourself like plaxico
Want that gas we taxin tho
And kev lit off the act you know like dammit
I been bussin OA man a nigga doin damage
Shit get lit like perkys like im bussin off the nannas
Shit gone hit like curry
Like we clutching on them hammers
Pull and we blam em
Let me understand us
They call me aqua baby
You know i'm a priest yea
She want that money baby fuckin for that breesh yea
And i'm dripping everyday this prada fleece here
I ain't playing we still claiming for some gz here
Niggas pussy they just banging
On them beats here
Crip like tookie i don't never want no peace here
Could've been on but i'm caught up
In these streets yea
Nse and selfmade niggas got that breesh yea
Want some money tell em hit me
On the telegram
Man i told em way before i was flipping hella grams
Cash out baby when i pull up at the teller man
Steady flagging like we rollin with the talibans
Want some money tell em hit me
On the telegram
Man i just told em way before i was flipping hella grams
Cash out baby when i pull up at the teller man
Cash out baby when i pull up to the



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Writer(s): Kevin Troncoso
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