Trap Haus Freestyle
Smoke a lot of weed to dodge the rona
Unaddressed emotions
Lead to weed comas
Stay connected
Seven from Bobbie
When I hit Daytona
I hold it down
For all my niggas gone
Can't pick the phone up
Yeah
Niggas get clapped at the gas station
Devil trying to take my life
Mama just keep praying
Make it back as one
Nigga is what she keep saying
But no pressure
Only pleasure
Out here cheesecaking
I just ate
But I'm really hungry
Welch's grape
Feed me in the morning
Baby we could stay out late
And vibe till shit get boring
Baby love the leather seats
I pick her up in foreign
Baby ain't from Miami
So its like we touring
When I'm on the road
I write my best music
When you really in them trenches
Niggas go through it
I'm a strong nigga built for it
Can't get rich
Unless I do it
You won't hear big bran
Unless I write that music
You rather cop the new whip
I want the new crib
Hundred acres out in Cali
Just for me and the kids
I ain't got no kids yet
But I like to plan
2018 they all laughed
Nigga I'm the man
My bills bigger than your baby daddy
Stunting make me happy
Shit go buzz
Then we hit another addy
While you popping addys
Slim waist
Pretty smile
Baby super classy
Nigga can't forget to mention
Baby super assy
Money feel like caffeine
Keep a nigga moving
Unless she talking money
Young nigga drooling
But I'll still fuck her
I'm fooling
Put the bitch to work
If she don't know
Then I'm schooling
Yeah
Unaddressed emotions
Lead to weed comas
Stay connected
Seven from Bobbie
When I hit Daytona
I hold it down
For all my niggas gone
Can't pick the phone up
Yeah
Niggas get clapped at the gas station
Devil trying to take my life
Mama just keep praying
Make it back as one
Nigga is what she keep saying
But no pressure
Only pleasure
Out here cheesecaking
I just ate
But I'm really hungry
Welch's grape
Feed me in the morning
Baby we could stay out late
And vibe till shit get boring
Baby love the leather seats
I pick her up in foreign
Baby ain't from Miami
So its like we touring
When I'm on the road
I write my best music
When you really in them trenches
Niggas go through it
I'm a strong nigga built for it
Can't get rich
Unless I do it
You won't hear big bran
Unless I write that music
You rather cop the new whip
I want the new crib
Hundred acres out in Cali
Just for me and the kids
I ain't got no kids yet
But I like to plan
2018 they all laughed
Nigga I'm the man
My bills bigger than your baby daddy
Stunting make me happy
Shit go buzz
Then we hit another addy
While you popping addys
Slim waist
Pretty smile
Baby super classy
Nigga can't forget to mention
Baby super assy
Money feel like caffeine
Keep a nigga moving
Unless she talking money
Young nigga drooling
But I'll still fuck her
I'm fooling
Put the bitch to work
If she don't know
Then I'm schooling
Yeah
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Writer(s): Brandon Lancaster
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