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TrapMoney Biggie
The fuck?
Gang, shit
(Hoodrich King)
(Times three)
Flex up, big guap, wrist watch (Bling blaow)
Ain't shit stop, bitch we gettin' to that guap times three
(Violence only begets more violence)
Yeah, yeah, times three
(Love does not beget more money)
Yeah, yeah
You can still get got (Gang shit)
Get your clique dropped (Brrrapapa)
I keep me a big Glock (Glizzy)
This bitch hold ten shots times three
(I just wanna kill somebody)
Yeah, yeah, times three
(Who? Anybody)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Don't let this rap distract you from the fact
That we still'll pull up, click-clack, and attack
If it's up, then we up, and you better get back
I be clutchin' while stuffin' my pockets with racks
Hope you know I'm still thuggin' and pushin' that pack
I can't go on my blog, fuck nigga shit bad
I can't be 'bout a ho, nigga know that shit whack
And I only want throat, bitch don't get too attached
I don't fuck with these rap niggas 'cause they be brats
My real and your trap, bitch we slime and we slatt
Stop all that cap, nigga you ain't gon' clap
Niggas just want some clout and that shit really sad
I was 17 years old in the Jag
I was 17 with more dough than your dad
More cheese than Dorito, try me we gon' spazz
If you thinkin' it's sweet 'cause we
Up, don't fuck, we still gon' blast
Flex up, big guap, wrist watch (Bling blaow)
Ain't shit stop, bitch we gettin' to that guap times three
(Violence only begets more violence)
Yeah, yeah, times three
(Love does not beget more money)
Yeah, yeah
You can still get got (Gang shit)
Get your clique dropped (Brrrapapa)
I keep me a big Glock (Glizzy)
This bitch hold ten shots times three
(I just wanna kill somebody)
Yeah, yeah, times three
(Who? Anybody)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
When I'm in my guap, it got triple
That shit that you flex what I throw on these strippers
That shit ain't impressin', not even a little
That chain on my neck, that thing cold as a sizzle
I don't want me to flex, I be tryna be civil
Just got a new whip, don't come out 'til December
If you hate me now, then you 'bout to be bitter
Touch down with a play like I play for the Steelers
I stay in your place, bitch we breakin' and enterin'
Why that shit in your chain? 'Cause your daddy a pillar
These soft ass niggas portray to be killers
But I just keep calm, I can't speak for my hitters
They think that we dumb, but finesse game official
They need to stay far 'cause they gotta be quicker
We don't work on no foreign, niggas try where I'm from
Made it out of my storm, might go cop me a Fisker
Might catch me in traffic, I got a bitch face in my zipper
Heard somebody say this your sister
We with all the static, my savage can't wait for a victim
If I get an okay, they gon' rip him
I'm havin' that bag, I don't got time to play with no nigga
One call and my ace gon' go get 'em
I used to be stainin' for dinner
Remixin' plates, so I'ma simmer
Look how far I done came, everything gettin' tripled
Flex up, big guap, wrist watch (Bling blaow)
Ain't shit stop, bitch we gettin' to that guap times three
(Violence only begets more violence)
Yeah, yeah, times three
(Love does not beget more money)
Yeah, yeah
You can still get got (Gang shit)
Get your clique dropped (Brrrapapa)
I keep me a big Glock (Glizzy)
This bitch hold ten shots times three
(I just wanna kill somebody)
Yeah, yeah, times three
(Who? Anybody)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
What do you do?
I'm a gangster
No really, what do you do?
I'm a rapper
Seriously Marcus, what do you do?
I'm a gangster rapper
Hahahaha
DJ Lil Keem, what up?
Times three