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Gonna be like you said, an hour. O3. It's only one. Paper Route Empire. Uh. T-R-A-P D-A-D-D-Y. He be so high, he be so fly. He keep four-five, he keep pourin' lime. 'Cause he keep doin' crime, they call me Trap Daddy. T-R-A-P D-A-D-D-Y. He be so high, he be so fly. He keep four-five, he keep pourin' lime. 'Cause he keep doin' crime, they call me Trap Daddy. T-R-A-P D-A-D-D-Y. Keep on shittin' on me like that. These weak haters voice when he speak. My lil' bitch say he a creep. I heard he buried all the freaks, what? Heard all the rumors, ain't seen shit yet. Y'all juggin' on the 'Gram, bitch, I'm jumpin' on The jet. Fake-ass trappers, ain't nothin' on the Set. Broke-ass lockers, ain't study hard yet. Gamble with your life, get wet, that's a bet. Started gettin' money, then power had respect. A long time ago, I be in designer clothes. Flippin' all the dope like a nigga work at Domino's. When I was in prison, worked out and Played dominoes. Might get a report card, bitch, I Made the honor roll. When was a drop out, Take care of my mama though. Got my lil' Daughter mother, fuck my baby mama though. I'm about the commas though, and trust we don't Drama though. I'ma let the llama go, I'ma let The chopper slow. It's gon' be a homi though, He won't see the hospital. Listen to the stare Drill, that's the way the yappa go. T-R-A-P D-A-D-D-Y. He be so high, he be so fly. He keep four-five, he keep pourin' lime. 'Cause he keep doin' crime, they call me Trap Daddy. T-R-A-P D-A-D-D-Y. He be so high, he be so fly. He keep four-five, he keep pourin' lime. 'Cause he keep doin' crime, they call me Trap Daddy. No, I ain't religious, but I do believe In ghosts. L3 been possessed by the homie Lil Lotus. Minnie been possessed by the ghost of Big Tweety. Chase a nigga down with the cooler on The heater. Beat a ho pockets while the nigga Wife beat her. Pull up on the enemies, they Runnin' like some cheetahs. Why they call you O3? 'Cause it's only one of me. Yeah, I hold Up the game, nigga, put me on a lick. I said it only was a P, but I Passed on some keys. Whole lotta gold and a Whole lotta weed. Run it up with Jackie, that's My left-hand G. All I talk is money with My nigga Pookie. I be kickin' shit, Ip Man, Bruce Lee. Turnin' up and turnin' down with Jordan, man, Two-three. Buy some more work 'fore I buy some More sleeves. O3, Trap Daddy. Got all this game from my granddaddy. I was doin' crime, nigga, I was doin' time. Right around the same time they made Cat Daddy. I ain't never been to fuckin' church, bitch, I Move work. Sit a ho down, buy a bitch A new skirt. Pop the fuckin' pistol like a Nigga pop perks. I'm a hot boy just for Coolin' it with Turk, what? T-R-A-P D-A-D-D-Y. He be so high, he be so fly. He keep four-five, he keep pourin' lime. 'Cause he keep doin' crime, they call me Trap Daddy. T-R-A-P D-A-D-D-Y. He be so high, he be so fly. He keep four-five, he keep pourin' lime. 'Cause he keep doin' crime, they call me Trap Daddy. It's only one, O3. Catch flights by myself, pussy. You see me East Atlanta, Sixth Westside, I'm in My hood. We worldwide, Baby Lo, Crip, Crip, everywhere. It's only one, self-made livin' legend.