Trap Link Lyrics

This that gang shit, yeah, yeah, yeah

Dressed in green like I'm lean, Trapping with my sword

Yes, I'm the man, all I got is my word And I'm with the shit, I ain't talking bout no turd

Traveling the world, mixin' strains like a swirl

Two tone cuban link, that's what you call a swirl

Smoking too much gas, got my mind in a blur

Micheal Jackson moonwalking, diamonds hitting burr

Got too much designer, it don't matter what I wear

Burberry and Versace, I like to mix it with Giuseppe

Watch where you steppin', get familiar with this pimpin

Ooh, these racks got me limpin', ooh, I'm ballin' like I'm Pippen

My diamonds hittin' like it's kickin', bust down P's in the kitchen

Acrobat, we get it flippin', we got sticks if you trippin

I got sauce, I be drippin', I be slidin' with no traction

Yeah, my bitch, she attractive, we can slide, let's get active

We can shoot, you the actor, in the field like the Packers

Dressed in green like I'm lean, Trapping with my sword

Yes, I'm the man, all I got is my word And I'm with the shit, I ain't talking bout no turd

Traveling the world, mixin' strains like a swirl

Flew to Vegas with my twin, smokin' on some g tho

Double shots of the gin, in the city of the sin

Okay, I'm sliding in the field, smokin' through the hills

Shopping in the hills, I'm talking Beverly Hills

Ooh, she bad in that dress, I'm a fuck her with her heels on

Somebody pass the bomb, I'm finna get my dab on

And I'm stuffing kones, I'm finna get my vibe on

I'm the man like Shawty Lo, tell the DJ put this song on

Dressed in green like I'm lean, Trapping with my sword

Yes, I'm the man, all I got is my word And I'm with the shit, I ain't talking bout no turd

Traveling the world, mixin' strains like a swirl

Yeah, gang gang hoe

Gang gang hoe

This that gang shit

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