Trapanese

(I got Mikey with me fasho)
Aye, aye, aye, let's go
(Aye, aye let that bitch ride)

Aye, we sending shots at your top
Hit up your block, we send shots at your car
My n***** they walking shit down, serving the pounds
Come get you a taste of this Za
Got me a switch, you ain't getting too far
Every day we smoking new damn opp
Roll that n**** up, put his ass in a gar

Aye, hold on
Feel like Lil Double0, every beat I get on it, and walk
Can't tell me shit, don't talk
How the fuck you the only one having money in here
When you was just asking from me
This n**** a Goofy I ain't talking bout Mickey
Caught 'em down bad, couldn't run, he ain't Rickey
You'll think we some diapers, how we left 'em pissy
Fell in love with the Cubans, I'm feeling like 50

Hold on, I get on the shit with no effort at all
I been on the bench, now It's my time to ball
Call my lil homie Jack, cuz he stay having beans
I'm having my way with this shit like a hall

Tell 'em stop sleeping on me, tell 'em wake up
Aye, and don't wait till I get my cake up
We just some young n***** who got some to prove
You'll think imma earthquake, I get on the beat and just shake up

(Gang)
(Aye)

One false move, get shot in your face
He tried to play, and he knew it wan safe
Let a fuck n**** play while I'm clutching this drake
Scat pack do the dash on the jakes
Not tryna talk if it not bout the cake
(Not bout the cake you get shot in your face, no cap)

Straight off the top
Got my young n**** out here selling rocks
I'm in the trap clutching on a glock
If that fuck n**** play, we get to spending blocks
Roll his ass up put, 'em in some Za
Just a young n**** tryna get up to the top
Tryna run up the money, and get to the riches
If a fuck n**** play, he catch one to the fitted (No cap)



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Writer(s): Deyshaun Hall
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