Trapway
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(Big Trapalot)
I do this trap shit for real, nigga
Fame or feds
In Deezie we trust too, huh
I get it the trap way since back when Shaq played
Over Uncle Zack's way, gettin' stacks, ayy
I'ma need a body scale to get the pack weighed
I'ma sell this white bitch like I'm Back Page
Hollows in this mop, huh, in this Glock, huh
PO on my top, huh, I don't do cops, huh
Bitches on my jock, huh, call me pop, huh
Got her on her knees, come and make salat, huh
In the kitchen with a whole chicken of that Jackie Chan
Watch me whip, I ain't talkin' nae-nae, I can't even dance
Couple whips, chains around my neck, I'm caught by the Klan
All these bricks made a nigga flex, stretchin' off a gram
Blowin' paper like I was a tailor, I don't even smoke
Gettin' rich, I can't drive a stick, but I can shift the dope
At the blender like a bartender, I ain't makin' drinks
Smell the fumes blowin' through my room, I can't even think
Fresh from nine, no more doin' time, I'm goin' on the run
I'll kill this nigga like I'm Zimmerman, then I sell the gun
That shit's real and I'm out here still, I ain't makin' fun
I'm sellin' dope, I don't sugarcoat, nigga, I'm too blunt
I get it the trap way since back when Shaq played
Over Uncle Zack's way, gettin' stacks, ayy
I'ma need a body scale to get the pack weighed
I'ma sell this white bitch like I'm Back Page
Hollows in this mop, huh, in this Glock, huh
PO on my top, huh, I don't do cops, huh
Bitches on my jock, huh, call me pop, huh
Got her on her knees, come and make salat, huh
I got a play, say he need some weight, meet me off of Center
I got boy and I got some girl, I got Caitlyn Jenner
Got that Eiffel hangin' out this rifle, I cut off the stock
She gun me down in this BM-dub, I feel like I'm Pac
Machiavelli, all eyes on me, I'm watched by the feds
Goin' hard, switchin' up my cars, tryna shake the van
Ballin' hard like I'm twenty-three, I don't pay no taxes
Off of raw, motherfuck a job, I sell Michael Jackson
What I sold got my diamonds cold, I'ma need a jacket
She was cheap, fucked her in my suite, I bought her some Max's
The way I live, I just found some bread, puttin' on some pants
In the back, I just found a stack I ain't know I had, nigga
I get it the trap way since back when Shaq played
Over Uncle Zack's way, gettin' stacks, ayy
I'ma need a body scale to get the pack weighed
I'ma sell this white bitch like I'm Back Page
Hollows in this mop, huh, in this Glock, huh
PO on my top, huh, I don't do cops, huh
Bitches on my jock, huh, call me pop, huh
Got her on her knees, come and make salat, huh