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Damn, Clemsy, you snapped on this one. Menace. Papo, you crazy for this one. Hey, hey. If I throw this money, She gon' throw it back. I got like four Hundred racks up in this Gucci shoulder strap. This AP came from wifey, you can't get it, Gotta order that. And if you play with me, We slang them bullets like a quarterback. This pendant told 'em, "Water that." And hunnids too, like forty stacks. Two feature, get that forty back. She throw it slow, she shake it fast. And I just broke them racks out in the Club inside a paper bag. And I just left the lot in something stupid With a paper tag. I'm steady running red lights, Blue poles leave them fed lights. The paramedic white and red, we got another dead Body. No VC, got a red eye. I'm trapped, I got the feds watching. Them birds just took a bath, I'm 'bout to Serve this shit to everybody. Got twenty Glocks with twelve rifles. That's twenty killers, twelve snipers. Got fishscale just like red lobster. My plug, he come from Yale cops. He graduated a smell doctor. A veteran, he sell chop. We never had a scale stop. The mission is to sell product. Say this that fast life. Still high on Percocet, I popped that last night. Night. No, I can't do your show unless your Bag right. This boy down AP white, That's why you mad, right? I run this shit like track lights. Young niggas, this that trap life. Still high on Percocet, I popped that last night. I popped that last night. No, I can't do Your show unless your bag right. This boy down AP white, that's why you mad, Right? I run this shit like track lights. Young niggas, this that trap life. I run this shit like trap life. I'm the one that walk in with that AP Look like glass ice. He gon' send a brick And I'ma send him back a flashlight. 'Cause he gon' have to fish up in the Swamp to get his bag right. Rich nigga, no tag price. I'm too heavy, I brag like. I been rollin' since last night. I'm geeked up, that's a bad sight. And wifey spent the bag twice. I made that shit back last night. You know that make them mad, right? A quick hustle, the fast life. That twelve K, that's my lab price. A twenty ball, that ad right. That fifty more, that Jag swipe. I paid to get her ass right. She work to get her ass tight. This ski mask was his last sight. We did numbers the last fight. We never have a bad night. Say this that fast life. Still high on Percocet, I popped that last night. Night. No, I can't do your show unless your Bag right. This boy down AP white, Why you mad, right? I run this shit like Track lights. Young niggas, this that trap life. Still high on Percocet, I popped that last night. No, I can't do your show unless your bag Right. This boy down AP white, That's why you mad, right? I run this shit like track lights. Young niggas, this that trap life. Can't go inside the club unless you flyin'. Know you heard 'bout that lil' country nigga, boy, Don't try him. Drop a ten on him, Get him gone, ayy, we'll buy him. Then roll him in a wood, ayy, spark him Up, boy, we'll fry him. Really, really known about that trap life. You do too much talkin' so I know you Ain't 'bout that life. Well-known trapper, they gon' say I got that sack Right. Ran off on a plug and now my Money tall as Zach height. Livin' off a rack of seal. Still gon' get that package still. He ain't get away, he just got by, we Still gon' whack him still. Yeah, I'm a millionaire, but quick to get reactive Still. Die by my respect, you niggas play, We pop 'em like a pill. Say this that fast life. Still high on Percocet, I popped that last night. Night. No, I can't do your show unless your Bag right. This boy down AP white, that's why you mad, Right? I run this shit like track lights. Young niggas, this that trap life. Still high on Percocet, I popped that last night. That last night. No, I can't do your show Unless your bag right. This boy down AP white, that's why you mad, Right? I run this shit like track lights. Young niggas, this that trap life.
BigWalkDog, Bankroll Freddie — Trap Life (feat. Bankroll Freddie)
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