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almightyx - cut out the trap lyrics
[verse 1]
og and pops we was ridin’ by, lil bad boy i would always lie
east 131st east side, got a yellow bone b_tch she a yellow pine
shout out lil chris he ain’t switchin’ sides, hit ’em one time in the mornin’ sayin’ bye
look up inna different bag tell me what you find, mess it up one time put it back in line
rollin’ round thru the block like three times, pullin’ up inna charger she be askin’ why
issa real young n_gga right in front of yo eyes, make a b_tch call me handsome and she steady be blind
like almighty x said we ain’t got no time, imma come back wit it like i ain’t never died
she a lil bad broad where you tryna dine, she got a trap house mansion it’s real nice
two young n_ggas got out can’t go nowhere, keep goin’ one time but the sh_t right there
all my n_ggas get bands and the bands be layered, got out last night and the n_gga paid bail
been a long minute since i done seen teo, play ball erryday erry night at the field
break a n_gga jaw out tell me how the n_gga feel, lil momma in the hood can’t pay no bill
run it back ain’t never seen a b_tch like that, put a hemi up in it go fast
pull up wit my dawg he ain’t never seen that, roll up to the stu erryday can’t slack
roll dice one time n_gga make his bet, n_gga roll up to the hood n_gga rep his set
skrt up no top where the n_gga gone flex, imma young n_gga up on my grind
pull red thing its lime, big almighty count bands ain’t lyin’
you a lil baddie come thru ride, rip grandma you flyin’
find tookie then chris i sign, erry day wake up i climb
garfield gardens i’m steady outside
[hook]
cut out the trap cut out the door, can’t get no bands cause the trap too slow
when yo n_ggas fell off where yo n_ggas gone go, got two bad b_tches in the room gone blow
scoop up bad b_tch and the b_tch gone roll, filled up whole truck can’t take no moe
grew up inna hood rockin’ same old clothes, rollin’ round thru town erry night she know
rollin’ round thru cleveland like a young n_gga already know the map, tryna get big bands so a young n_gga say they count they racks
issa lotta old j’s in my hood and them n_ggas gone run the trap, big almighty count big bands so a n_gga can’t cut the trap
[verse 2]
i hit it one time i hit it two times, rap sh_t poetry steady rhyme
gotta hundred pounds in it i’m finna ride, issa lotta real n_ggas that be doin’ time
both of ’em nice which one you buyin’, at the top it be lonely cause it’s too high
this sh_t be a gamble like i’m playin’ dice, she got a lotta side n_ggas she ain’t finna ride
pull up inna box like a thug, pull up inna phantom like i’m doug
b_tch roll up outside tryna f_ck, young n_gga play lottery tryna get luck
cut throat so i can’t never show no love, young n_gga send shots y’all n_ggas best duck
hemi paint out like soowoo it’s blood, now the n_ggas social now all of a sud
you a young n_gga tryna look just like this, shout out big dawg shout out big mitch
n_gga paid five bands just to f_ck his b_tch, go hard some n_ggas call me davinci
try again young n_gga i swear you missed, all these bad b_tches they really ain’t sh_t
roll up one time inna back of the phantom like a young n_gga just got done finesse
i do what i want you do what you can, hit it up one time i be doin’ my dance
too hungry young n_gga i ain’t comin’ in last, imma opulent hood n_gga got me some class
i’m up on the interstate hittin’ the gas, i look in the mirror i’m goin’ too fast
gotta stop pray to god they don’t look in the back, i look thru n_ggas i swear some be glass
they pull up one time them n_ggas gone lurk, the b_tch give me top just for a lil birk
them n_ggas walk thru and them n_ggas done searched, this b_tch want a bag and the n_gga done purchased
issa groupie ass b_tch and the b_tch gone flirt, ain’t had no bands i came from the dirt
better watch yo back these n_ggas gone murk, these n_ggas gone take till they can’t no moe
[hook]
cut out the trap cut out the door, can’t get no bands cause the trap too slow
when yo n_ggas fell off where yo n_ggas gone go, got two bad b_tches in the room gone blow
scoop up bad b_tch and the b_tch gone roll, filled up whole truck can’t take no moe
grew up inna hood rockin’ same old clothes, rollin’ round thru town erry night she know
rollin’ round thru cleveland like a young n_gga already know the map, tryna get big bands so a young n_gga say they count they racks
issa lotta old j’s in my hood and them n_ggas gone run the trap, big almighty count big bands so a n_gga can’t cut the trap
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