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Trapaholics

Real trap shit

This is a certified hood classic

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These niggas ain't never gave none

I keep me a gun so I don't gotta run

Living this shit everyday

Sitting down inside the darkness, I pray

You don't smoke with the team

My niggas some chimneys

Glock gotta silencer cricket no Jimini

100 round drum on that bitch it's a century

Niggas be throwing some shots

They want meant for me huh? huh huh

Hey, play with somebody that wanna play with ya

Yeah, that bitch could come on but can't stay with us

Leave your phone at the door when you slide

When you open that bitch, you see evil eyes

Nigga open up, got a drug enterprise

Nigga watching this shit like it's televised

Man, they can't get together I could tell the vibe

I could tell by the vibe that that bitch wanna slide

Take that hoe to the pad im dividing her thighs

I need me a thot like Jada

Aye, I'll give the bitch one day but I'm not finna date her

I'll gas a bitch up but I'm not gon' inflate her

Someone find me a better bitch and I'll trade her

I'll put my tip inside that bitch like a waiter

Whole lotta shot comin' out the down trunk

Every time we pull up

Jumpin' out a damn V

Bout to paint a damn tee

Red as fuck

Yeah, that bitch ain't said you fucked

That nigga was lying to get his numbers up

Standin' in line, they think you dumb as fuck

Your bitch is a thot and she let everybody fuck

All my hoes bad and them hoes tatted up

You try to fuck with her, you gon' be sad as fuck

They be listenin' to lotto and shit

So they want no nigga down on they dick

They fuck with me cause I'm countin' that shit

My confidence, my bank, amount to that shit

They don't fuck with me cause it sound like Im lit

They know the fact, nigga, I get a percentage

Rollin' up and smokin' limousine tinted

Call another hit

Man make a bid in

Hit a nigga whether he did it or didn't

Slatt

Poppin' up with a whole bunch of bats

When they met me, they ain't know it's drac

Hopping out the V and I smoke thrax

It pertains to me than its no cap

These niggas ain't never gave none

I keep me a gun so I don't gotta run

Living this shit everyday

Sitting down inside the darkness, I pray

You don't smoke with the team

My niggas some chimneys

Glock gotta silencer cricket no Jimini

100 round drum on that bitch it's a century

Niggas be throwing some shots

They want meant for me huh? huh huh

Hey, play with somebody that wanna play with ya

Yeah, that bitch could come on but can't stay with us

Leave your phone at the door when you slide

When you open that bitch, you see evil eyes

Nigga open up, got a drug enterprise

Nigga watching this shit like it's televised

Man, they can't get together I could tell the vibe

I could tell by the vibe that that bitch wanna slide

Take that hoe to the pad im dividing her thighs

I need me a thot like Jada

Aye, I'll give the bitch one day but I'm not finna date her

I'll gas a bitch up but I'm not gon' inflate her

Someone find me a better bitch and I'll trade her

I'll put my tip inside that bitch like a waiter

Whole lotta shot comin' out the down trunk

Every time we pull up