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Trapper
Ballout
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Whoo, yeah (808 Mafia)
L08, GB, yeah (I'ma fuckin' Glo boy)
365, Ls, Bs up (on the trap shit)
I walked in lookin' like a trapper, I been rich since I remember
I stayed at the Reece Carlton for the whole September
I've been racked, designer denim, every day is fuckin' Christmas
You pussy niggas hatin' on me, better get to fuckin' dissing
Hallow tips in my damn pistol, got my fingers itching
E'rrbody with me known for stickin', known for killing
All my bitches stick in classic
Rose gold, white diamond slash Johnny Dang do magic
Back in the day, I was broke and hassle
I'm a hustler, I'm known for sagging
I got shooters, they known for whacking
Two foreigns, back to back, jet black, I'm back
Smokin' on that Kapre
I'm 'bout to go jet black
Minor set back, major come back
Glo boy said, "Facts"
Two-seater wrapped in carbon fiber
My chain brighter, I'm a buyer
I'm a dealer, supplier, I'm hot, on fire
Al-Qaeda, shots fired
I don't trust these niggas either
I think that these pussies wider
Drag racing, local tires
Two-seater wrapped in carbon fiber
My chain brighter, I'm a buyer
I'm a dealer, supplier, I'm hot, on fire
Al-Qaeda, shots fired
I don't trust these niggas either
I think that these pussies wider
Drag racing, local tires (local tires, local tires)
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