Trappbaby Trh Bitch

We spent all the money then back To the trap house
He flex all these guns but he can Shot
Your brother got shot now he Can't walk
You pussynigga bitch
You can't slide
I'm chasing the bag I don't fuck With these niggas
Trapp baby lil nigga you're pussy
Vic was a bitch gon rest in piss
Niggas are flexing with amazon Cash
Your fake ass chains from Walmart
You ain't got the bag
I got a lotta enemies I don't even Care
Y'all wish my death but i'm still Here
Fgm nike
I'm making my numbers on Spotify
You nasty
Go pay child support
Lil nigga

First of all i'mma catch the opp
Second of all we gon smoke the Opp
After that i'll live my life
I don't give a fuck about your bad Side
I don't even care how you gon lie
Nigga you ain't gangsta you soft Like butter
Five pussyniggas shooting I'm Shot back
Making money on stage
I don't sell drugs
But you sell
I don't hang with niggas acting 69
They fake they bitch they snitch
Money for your bitch on strip Club
I don't fuck with these niggas i'm Real plug
I don't play about guns i'm real Thug
Show respect lil nigga you bitch
Trapp baby you suck dick
Money on the gucci bag we gon Pack it all bitch



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Writer(s): Big Make
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