- trap shit (feat. l IL baby) 歌詞 Gucci Mane Lil Baby
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- Lil Baby trap shit (feat. l IL baby) 歌詞
- Gucci Mane Lil Baby
- (Zaytoven)
Trap sh*t
Trap sh*t (Huh)
Trap sh*t
Trap sh*t
Sellin Vin Diesel, strong Cookie, that Keisha
Gucci poppin Ps like Georgia just made it legal (Wow)
Higher than an eagle, leanin like Beanie Sigel (Im leanin)
Flyer than a pilot, jean jacket by Diesel (Phew)
All- gold rocket, the socket matchin my Foamposite
Yous a nobody, she goin, she **** with everybody (Go)
Lil Crest boys in the hood, wanna see a dead body?
Four pockets stuffed and LaFlare, we bust at everybody
At Club Crucial, thеse hood b***hes, they lovе Crucial (Wow)
Thats my young shooter, recruit him to send some slugs through you
We search em fore they come in the trap, might have a bug on em (Huh?)
Hes a walking dead man, dont know it, he got a dub on him (Yeah)
Beat him with a bat, then * *** it, pour kerosene on him
Everybody searchin for holmes, but we aint seen homie
Chainsaw massacre, call 1017 on em
Make it look drug-related, man, pour some lean on him
Everything I rap bout official, Im from the streets, b***h (Street)
Hundred thousand all my pockets, this aint no sweet lick (Sweet)
Nother 60K on my wrist, this a Patek, b***h (This a Patek, b***h)
All my hoes got fat asses, they all on fleek, b***h (They all on fleek, b*** h)
All my b***hes wearin designer, I dont want no cheap b***h (I dont want no cheap b***h)
Draco with me everywhere I go, on the front seat, b***h (On the front seat, b***h)
Trap sh*t, n***as know Im bout it (Wow)
Trap sh*t, n*** as know Im bout it (Yeah)
Fifty racks cash on me, thats just todays profit (Todays profit)
4 Pockets Full, lil b***h, I aint got no damn wallet (I aint got no wallet)
**** around and got in the game, I got the streets poppin (I got em poppin)
***** n***as tellin on me, I know the feds watchin (I know they watchin)
How the hell he gettin this money? I keep on buyin watches
Jackboys thinkin Im sweet, I keep on buyin choppers
Lock me up, Im gettin out tomorrow, I think Im El Chapo
Bricks came 1017, I got some damn extras
Flexin on these n***as on purpose, check out this damn necklace
Dropped eighty racks on a Charger, next day, I damn wrecked it (Skrrt)
Pull up with them sticks like the army, they say we young veterans
They wont pull up in them apartments, they say we too treacherous
Everything I rap bout official, Im from the streets, b***h (Street)
Hundred thousand all my pockets, this aint no sweet lick (Sweet)
Nother 60K on my wrist, this a Patek, b***h (This a Patek, b***h)
All my hoes got fat asses, they all on fleek, b***h (They all on fleek, b***h)
All my b*** hes wearin designer, I dont want no cheap b***h (I dont want no cheap b***h)
Draco with me everywhere I go, on the front seat, b***h (On the front seat, b***h)
Trap sh*t, n***as know Im bout it (Wow)
Trap sh*t, n***as know Im bout it (Yeah)
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