Smooth 100's
She said you a trap baby im just getting racks
She said you a trap baby im just getting racks
She said you a trap baby im just getting racks
I can never lack, i cant go out like that
She said, "baby boy you trippin' you be smoking too much pack"
Racks all up in pockets yet my pants still sag
Glock got dick on it, real rocket, no fag
Sticks on me like a band
Niggas talking they be fans
Smooth 100's what I'm smokin' on, not za pack
Congac trap baby, i just love to smoke gas
How you do me like that? You a dirty lil gnat
Choppa leave em down bad, kill a nigga in the grass
Momma living in the trap, too much trauma from my past
I cant go out like that, so i gotta keep my strap
All black, mask on, looking like im Darth Maul
Leave a pussy nigga mauled if he tryna take my racks
Yeah, we took him off the map, and we pop him with his mans
Now that nigga worm food, with his shawty smoking thrax
I dont party like that
I dont party like you
I'm just steady chasing bands, I dont want a new boo
My old bitch was a queen, i think she from Naboo
Know I love my blue strips, only love my money blue
Made that pussy nigga bleed over my all white shoes
Lil' baby you a treesh, why would go wife you?
And you fucked him when im cutting, so you know i spite you
I got racks baby blue, baby this is nothing new
I got time for you tonight
He a good guy, he dont want no gunfight
Leave his corpse shining by the fucking moonlight
She said please dont kill him, i said shut your ass up
You know i get cash love
She said you a trap baby im just getting racks
She said you a trap baby im just getting racks
I can never lack, i cant go out like that
She said, "baby boy you trippin' you be smoking too much pack"
Racks all up in pockets yet my pants still sag
Glock got dick on it, real rocket, no fag
Sticks on me like a band
Niggas talking they be fans
Smooth 100's what I'm smokin' on, not za pack
Congac trap baby, i just love to smoke gas
How you do me like that? You a dirty lil gnat
Choppa leave em down bad, kill a nigga in the grass
Momma living in the trap, too much trauma from my past
I cant go out like that, so i gotta keep my strap
All black, mask on, looking like im Darth Maul
Leave a pussy nigga mauled if he tryna take my racks
Yeah, we took him off the map, and we pop him with his mans
Now that nigga worm food, with his shawty smoking thrax
I dont party like that
I dont party like you
I'm just steady chasing bands, I dont want a new boo
My old bitch was a queen, i think she from Naboo
Know I love my blue strips, only love my money blue
Made that pussy nigga bleed over my all white shoes
Lil' baby you a treesh, why would go wife you?
And you fucked him when im cutting, so you know i spite you
I got racks baby blue, baby this is nothing new
I got time for you tonight
He a good guy, he dont want no gunfight
Leave his corpse shining by the fucking moonlight
She said please dont kill him, i said shut your ass up
You know i get cash love
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Writer(s): Murdok Kaine
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