No Trappa

Yeah man
We gon get this shit rocking right now
Ya digg
Hann
Slow that motherfucker down a little bit so y'all can understand
Yea
Yea
Yea
That nigga ain't no trapper and that nigga ain't no soldier
Think its time to start the beef cause i'm the king and he a folder
Heard he talking down but on the beat ima approach him
And if he spin the block bet it go down before I smoke him
His bitch you know I hit that split her body like a KitKat
And if he gotta problem I pull his flag cause he ain't like that
My Nigga's they shooting they killing for fun
If you fuck with that boy better have you a gun
We gone run thru his trap we gone spray everyone
AK holding 30 the Glock gotta drum
Put the scope on the rifle thats just for his tongue
I heard he a rat but I know he a punk
I ain't fucking with Nigga's ain't fucking with chumps
I'm fucking these bitches i'm filling them up
I be pulling her hair I be choking her too
This Nigga hit bitches i'm hitting them too
He be knocking out teeth I be knocking loose
He say he a soldier ill make him salute



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Writer(s): Quin Walker
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