bandchasindee4x - traptalk (feat. jankyyantt) كلمات الأغنية
fourteen servin a dummy fourteen servin a junkie
i get the pack off like a blitz run up on me and get hit me and
jankyyantt yea we came from the trap n_gga trappin so hard not a day
i can slack n_gga said he trappin hard he ain’t gettin no packs n_gga
ima f_ck on his b_tch ima take her to saks n_gga uh uh which one
you want got the moon rock or the crunch n_gga this sh_t potent i’m smokin on za boy
i think that i’m floating ya b_tch negging the d_ck told that b_tch keep chocking d_mn
i’m pulling they cards glock 19 send a n_gga to the stars cap in yo rap
you ain’t doing them bars if i’m doin the crime
then i’m taking the charge i got the moon rocks and the zips
i got the glock n_gga in my hip thinkin i’m birdy sh_t’ll get you hit
ima walkdown turn that boy to the l!ck
he talking too much give em shots to the fit he tried to run up
and got hit in his sh_t g19 and it’s stuffed ina dip i
play with them sticks but i ain’t cracking no stones
breaking her back and breaking her bones uh pop me a perc just to get in my zone
hit off once now look how he gone i’m taking that risk never in bond
feeling like brady how i threw up the bomb f_ck a toe_tag shoot at his arm
spent on his block and i’m heavily
armed uh he got on that car he ain’t think that i peeped it 223’s n_gga watch
how i creep sh_t i beat from the back
then i nut then i leave it all of this pressure the junkies keep feining
i’m making these plays like madden an i’m up next b_tch n_ggas know
that i’m having my streams looking good n_ggas know
i’m living lavish he got shot in his head
collateral damage so many b_tches they stay on my d_ck
and i don’t wanna f_ck just choke on my johnson i ain’t
shy with these glizzys b_tches know that i’m awesome ant
throw up that pack n_ggas know i’m gone moss em i nut on that b_tch then i toss em
i 95 in the lanes i lost em and i feel like kyree with the stick yea i crossed uh yeah
score on a opp i’m leaving my vick knock the opp out the park shots start firin bullets tore em apart he drawing them tips like he major in art on
my way to the top ain’t no way i can flop and i’m smoking on gas sh_t
smelling like fart and i’m taxing a birdy 75 for a cart d_mn bruh
you taxing a lot they don’t know a lil n_gga had to
get it from the block i’m pushing these weights and i beat up the block
serve a zip for the low hit i’m swervin that drop purple punch for the low yeah
i get it a lot d_mn shawty fake lunchin put the paint to his top
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