Trap Number 6
Fuck it
This how this bout to go
Switch up my flow
I ain't gon switch on soul
Slept on floor lucky to on the sofa
I was like 14 poen lean inna Soda
Chase yo dream cuz we only get older
Long nights no sleep told my bitch to come over
Only one making money gossiping is Oprah
What you from me I got this all by lone some
It's always the dope fein tryna lone some
2 lines of codeine it got me on 1
Tolerance lower then Ever I slowed up
That fix really have you broke huh
You coulda been a chef the way you stir up the pot
Or cook up some work and go serve up the block
My mind on the money i got plenty of plots
I just keep applying pressure like Im trying to clot
Hurry up better wind up a shot,
We all got the same 24 on the clock
Just know it's on the floor the when I drop
Just know the jock my flow when I drop
We was dipping in them buckets wit my hand on the mop
But I'ma boss I can never take the janitor spot
Don't confuse wit that lil hurt boy cuz I'm not
She wanna ride the surf board
I want some head on a yacht
We can be like Jay and B
Bae we like pb and j
Excuse me miss
Ima have to buy you a ring
I'm white like jb
But Ion know how to sing
This a 3.5 I ain't smoking no bang
We slang don't introduce me wit your gavornment name
I got a hundred flows I'm tryna get paid
We really grew up broke I gotta give thanks
I spilled my cup my cup and now my shirt got a stain
Yo boyfriend thinks I'm sus I think he knows that I fucked
But he to broke to leave you let me keep it a buck
Dove up in her pussy I was deeply in love
Beat it up like OJ I didn't need me a glove
No need to argue the truth or even start to be rude
Because I got bitches by the troupe for that lil army of 2
And my whips filled with turkey bags riding in coupes
Rich off like 30 bags and the bitch had the nerve to ask me where her purses at
Shit I'm tryna find it with you
Bossed up looking for some feins like they working class
Y'all only pop for the scene like sugar glass
Never met me a bad bitch that ain't earning cash
Took her on a date I was late but we still had a blast
At the waffle spot stepped out had to serve a sack
I've been sticking to the script
Tss where the syrup at
Her she want double C on her Europe swag
My engineer wants E he keep asking where the euros at?
He asking where the euros at
That's the ecstasy
Fuck it
This how this bout to go
Switch up my flow
I ain't gon switch on soul
Slept on floor lucky to on the sofa
I was like 14 poen lean inna Soda
This how this bout to go
Switch up my flow
I ain't gon switch on soul
Slept on floor lucky to on the sofa
I was like 14 poen lean inna Soda
Chase yo dream cuz we only get older
Long nights no sleep told my bitch to come over
Only one making money gossiping is Oprah
What you from me I got this all by lone some
It's always the dope fein tryna lone some
2 lines of codeine it got me on 1
Tolerance lower then Ever I slowed up
That fix really have you broke huh
You coulda been a chef the way you stir up the pot
Or cook up some work and go serve up the block
My mind on the money i got plenty of plots
I just keep applying pressure like Im trying to clot
Hurry up better wind up a shot,
We all got the same 24 on the clock
Just know it's on the floor the when I drop
Just know the jock my flow when I drop
We was dipping in them buckets wit my hand on the mop
But I'ma boss I can never take the janitor spot
Don't confuse wit that lil hurt boy cuz I'm not
She wanna ride the surf board
I want some head on a yacht
We can be like Jay and B
Bae we like pb and j
Excuse me miss
Ima have to buy you a ring
I'm white like jb
But Ion know how to sing
This a 3.5 I ain't smoking no bang
We slang don't introduce me wit your gavornment name
I got a hundred flows I'm tryna get paid
We really grew up broke I gotta give thanks
I spilled my cup my cup and now my shirt got a stain
Yo boyfriend thinks I'm sus I think he knows that I fucked
But he to broke to leave you let me keep it a buck
Dove up in her pussy I was deeply in love
Beat it up like OJ I didn't need me a glove
No need to argue the truth or even start to be rude
Because I got bitches by the troupe for that lil army of 2
And my whips filled with turkey bags riding in coupes
Rich off like 30 bags and the bitch had the nerve to ask me where her purses at
Shit I'm tryna find it with you
Bossed up looking for some feins like they working class
Y'all only pop for the scene like sugar glass
Never met me a bad bitch that ain't earning cash
Took her on a date I was late but we still had a blast
At the waffle spot stepped out had to serve a sack
I've been sticking to the script
Tss where the syrup at
Her she want double C on her Europe swag
My engineer wants E he keep asking where the euros at?
He asking where the euros at
That's the ecstasy
Fuck it
This how this bout to go
Switch up my flow
I ain't gon switch on soul
Slept on floor lucky to on the sofa
I was like 14 poen lean inna Soda
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Writer(s): Tavin Comer
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