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Trap Dickey!
Posted on the block and you know how i'm coming
Don't wanna pull the sticks out cus' i can get too drummin'
I used to be broke, now they calling me for money
Nigga i'm the big one
Trap Dickey stop playing with 'em
From the block of Leaky 9 an i'm stayin' with 'em
Niggas thought it was too hot til' the fan hit 'em
Flamethrowers, Aks, and them damn pistols
Living dream, plus I am my momma oldest son
They really thought i wouldn't make it past twenty one
Matter fact I got shot when i was twenty one
And the opps got shot when i was twenty one
Man the opps got dropped when i was twenty one
Yea we live by the gun die by the gun
Got some young niggas they ain't see twenty one
So we had to drop a nigga and another one
Thanking god this is my chapter
I'm screaming RIP Kappo, i shoulda died after you
To be honest i shoulda had straps for you
Now i wondering how gonna clap for you?
I be on some fuck the rap shit
'cus i'm still in the hood
And i'm still my niggas
I'm still saying fuck the other side
Yea i hear you niggas talking i'm a get right with you
Still got niggas from the other side
And i'm with you wrong or right 'cus you still my nigga
And i ain't never gonna say ima killer
But you know that ima killer
Trap Dickey just a real nigga
I can't let my heart (my heart, my heart)
Can't take no more (can't take no more)
Said momma i'm bad
'cus the good die young
Trap Dickey just a real nigga, told you ima living legend
I want smoke, so tell me nigga where you hiding at?
And on your block, talking shit that's where you dying at
Said you gonna kill one of us that's where you lying at
And if RO G wanna slide then i'm behind that
You niggas can't fuck with me
It's up in the 'sto with me
We dropping niggas and we putting niggas threw surgery
You heard 'bout them 'linkin ass niggas you heard of me
Country ass niggas man y'all look like some dirty Ds
Now who wanna murder me?
Broad day shooting man you know ain't no hurting me
Cooling with my cousin, but you know ain't no curve from me
And I got my brother 'cus he came from the dirt with me
Ski mask, Black boots, man i'm still 'ina streets
Keep a Glock '40 but the clip hold a '33
Straight from Carolina used to trap up in Myrtle Beach
Just to get the pounds man cuzzo that's every week
Lost so many niggas man i swear that I can't sleep, I can't lie
Mind racing, I can't think, I can't cry
Shit changed, but this the game I play by
To many people count on me man i can't die
My brother doing drive-bys on the facetime
My life, fuck yo life, can't take mine
'Cus i'm the belt holder, gun by the waistline
MJ no fade away from the baseline
I can't let my heart (my heart, my heart)
Can't take no more (can't take no more)
Said momma i'm bad
'cus the good die young
Trap Dickey just a real nigga, told you ima living legend!



Credits
Writer(s): Travis Dickey
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