TRAPBOY Lyrics

For real, yo, yo

Might smoke gelato, 3-5, might smoke to the face

Know my brother down the road, I hope he be the case

When I get on i might cop me a rolls it's a wraith

Know that boy a trap boy, he make ten every day

Know I'ma slide for my ten, I'ma ride for my boys

Know I just want some bread, I said fuck the awards

Why that lil' boy keep on flexin' shit he can't afford

Come out my pores, know the lil' hoe fuck good

Cause that lil' bitch a eater, we can go rack to rack just like we Venus, Serena

Know that bitch make me fall in love, she's sentimental

Know I sit by the window, yo, man in the middle

Know I'm big dog, so I just might start a kennel

It's his last strike, yeah, I might slide down the middle

He got shot on the side, when it hit him, it split him

Dope boy in them dickie suit, said fuck the denim

Dope boy, yeah, you know he got bread, he got cash

I heard they wanna slide we all on they ass

It don't matter what happen, I still get that bag

Know my pops spit too, so I learn from my dad

I just seen you last week, you weren't talkin' bout shit

Know that boy really pussy , so he brought his stick

Try to slide on the gang, put that boy in the ditch

Might smoke gelato, three, five, and I smoke to the face

Know my brother down the road, I hope he beat that case

When I get on i might, cop me a rolls, it's a wraith

Know that boy a trap boy, he make ten every day

Know I'ma slide for my ten, I'ma ride for my boys

Know I just want some bread, I said fuck the awards

Why that lil' boy keep on flexin' shit he can't afford

Know I smoke too much weed, this shit come out my pores

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