Traps & Scales

Traps wit the scales
Packs
Gas in the mail Ik
Tax
Back in a field
Mags
Let them know
I was calling they ain't ever answer
So I let 'em go
Now I'm balling I ain't pay no mind I just let it show

Back then I did drugs
Back then when it was hell on earth
Don't ask no verse from none of us
I get the doe I double up
We ain't need yo help
I ain't tell you shit for shit
We get a bag we zipping it
Fuck how you felt
Fuck how they felt
They wyling
Traps in a pilot
Stacked till I stared piling
Fake shit what a perfect timing
Patient but you know I'm violent

Past nights how you moving like those bitches who be tryna gas light
You fucking hoe
How you acting like a dawg ass nigga but you ducking smoke
Oh yea tell him what you know
Four years and pumping Os
Fuck niggas I don't fuck wit those

Why they never feel what I feel
Painted in my heart
I'm good but they want me to fail
Staying from afar Cuz what I got thru it gets worse
Burning out my soul I feel it bending
I know but I make it work
They'll go when I do it first



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Writer(s): Shiki Naga
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