Trap Queen
im like, hey wassup? hallo.
seen your pretty ass soon as you came in the door
i just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll.
married to the money introdused her to my stove.
shoewd her how to whip it and now she remix it for low.
she my trap queen let her hit the bandoo
we be coutin' up watch how far the bands goo.
we just sat a goal talkin much of lambooes.
like 50, 60 grams. five and hundred grams though.
man i swear i love her how she whip the damn pole.
hit the strip club we been lettin bands go.
everybody hatin we just call them fans tough.
enough whith the money, im never lettin go.
and i get high with my baby, i just left the mall getting fly with my baby, yeaaah.
and i can ride with my baby, ill be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby yaaah.
and i can ride with my baby, i just left the mall getting fly with my baby. yeaaah.
and i can ride with my baby, ill be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby. -i hit the strip with my trap queen cause all we know is bands i just might snatch a rari and buy my boo a lamb.
i might snatch her a neclase, drop a couple on a ring.
she ain't watching for nothin because i got her everything.
from the bando, without dinero can't go.
got the stamp though, count up hella them bands though.
how far can your bands go?
i'm living fifty thousand k how i stand though.
if you checking for my pockets i'm like .
and i get high with my baby, i just left the mall getting fly with my baby yeaaah.
and i can ride with my baby, ill be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby yeaaah.
and i can ride with my baby, i just left the mall getting fly with my baby yeaaah.
and i can ride with my baby, ill be in the kitchen cooking pies.-im like hey wassup? hello. seen your pretty ass since you came in the door.
i just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll.
married to the money, introdused her to my stove. showed her how to whip, and now she remix it for low.
she my trap queen let her hit the bandoo.
we be countin up, watch how far them bands go.
we just sat a goal, talkin much of lambooes.
got 50, 60 grams. a five hundred grams though.
man i swear i love her, how she whip the damn pole.
hit the strip club we be lettin bands goo.
everybody hatin, we just call them fans doe.
enough with the money i am never lettin go.
i am never lettin goo...
i am never lettin goo.
seen your pretty ass soon as you came in the door
i just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll.
married to the money introdused her to my stove.
shoewd her how to whip it and now she remix it for low.
she my trap queen let her hit the bandoo
we be coutin' up watch how far the bands goo.
we just sat a goal talkin much of lambooes.
like 50, 60 grams. five and hundred grams though.
man i swear i love her how she whip the damn pole.
hit the strip club we been lettin bands go.
everybody hatin we just call them fans tough.
enough whith the money, im never lettin go.
and i get high with my baby, i just left the mall getting fly with my baby, yeaaah.
and i can ride with my baby, ill be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby yaaah.
and i can ride with my baby, i just left the mall getting fly with my baby. yeaaah.
and i can ride with my baby, ill be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby. -i hit the strip with my trap queen cause all we know is bands i just might snatch a rari and buy my boo a lamb.
i might snatch her a neclase, drop a couple on a ring.
she ain't watching for nothin because i got her everything.
from the bando, without dinero can't go.
got the stamp though, count up hella them bands though.
how far can your bands go?
i'm living fifty thousand k how i stand though.
if you checking for my pockets i'm like .
and i get high with my baby, i just left the mall getting fly with my baby yeaaah.
and i can ride with my baby, ill be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby yeaaah.
and i can ride with my baby, i just left the mall getting fly with my baby yeaaah.
and i can ride with my baby, ill be in the kitchen cooking pies.-im like hey wassup? hello. seen your pretty ass since you came in the door.
i just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll.
married to the money, introdused her to my stove. showed her how to whip, and now she remix it for low.
she my trap queen let her hit the bandoo.
we be countin up, watch how far them bands go.
we just sat a goal, talkin much of lambooes.
got 50, 60 grams. a five hundred grams though.
man i swear i love her, how she whip the damn pole.
hit the strip club we be lettin bands goo.
everybody hatin, we just call them fans doe.
enough with the money i am never lettin go.
i am never lettin goo...
i am never lettin goo.
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Writer(s): Willie Maxwell, Anton Matsulevich
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