Trap Shit ft. Li Boyd Lyrics

Kyliqq on that trap shit

Get it back and rerun it

Relapse shit

How the fuck you the plug, but can't match shit

Aye

Look

Kyliqq on that trap shit

Get it back and rerun it

Relapse shit

How the fuck you the plug, but can't match shit

Aye

My niggas shoot Glocks foreal

They hop out the back and they ready to kill

Hand on the wheel

95 in a 50, it give me a thrill

If 12 get behind us, I ain't pulling over

I'm doing the dash

I'm a boujee bitch, but I'll still get the money

Cause I love the cash

Blunt in my mouth, he got drank in his cup

And ain't none of my niggas sober

And brodie inna trap, flipping the bows & the percs

The junkies bent over

Kyliqq a big boss baby

But I still love the trap shit

I see the bigger picture plus I got a vision

So I fuck with this rap shit

We got choppas and Glocks and sticks and bows

In the trap everything getting sold

I had to cut off my day one patna

He stole from me, yeah he broke the code

Remember the days, my mama put me out the house

Yeah I used to trap in the cold

I just might sell me 5 bows of exotic and ice out my neck

My diamonds they froze, yeah

I just might pull off the lot, SRT

Fuck 12, I hit the gas I'ma smash

Fucking this bitch from the back

I ain't saving these bitches

Alley-oop to my partner, I'ma pass her

21 years old, 21 shots in this Glock

These lil' niggas know I'm a savage

Trapping foreal, these niggas just trapping for clout

Catching plays, designer my fashion (Yeah)

Plug sent me 10 bows of Runtz and Gelato

Pack in, he know I'ma flip 'em (I swear)

I think he got my location

He won't catch me slipping, he know I'ma zip 'em (Get 'em gone)

I brought 3 pints of the lean in this bitch

My partner he tripping, I know he gon sip 'em (Yeah)

I get to talking too crazy on beats

My bitches be telling me I ain't got no filter (I Swear)

Yeah it's Kyliqq and Li Boyd

Get the packs in, so you know we gon flip 'em

Yeah

I had a scat but I changed the VIN onnat bitch

Yeah I had to switch it

He give me the call

You know that's my dawg

We gon tax yo ass just to ship 'em

Yeah

I'm in da trap with some bows

My junkies they geeking off xans, they tripping

(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)