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trapquan$ - let it fly lyrics
[transcribing]
[intro: trapquan$]
man, you know, how the f-ck we comin’, man (bah! bam!)
you know, what the f-ck we doin’ out here (brr!)
on another track with my n-gga, jay, we finna wreck this sh-t
let’s get it
[verse 1: jaydoe]
i’ve been gettin’ money, ain’t no time to wait
yo’ b-tch on my f-ckin’ timeline
scrollin’ down, instagram timeline
money on my phone, hit my line
you need dubs? you need quarters? hit my line
know i’m taxin’ big bro on my line
what’s the deal? n-ggas talkin’ so fire
‘til their bro bring the chopper out now, fire
f-f-fire, yo’ main b-tch, she on me, now
yeah, i pull it out, yeah, i nutted in her mouth
i ain’t from the south, my family from the south
yeah, we reppin’, bossin’ threes up from the south
yeah, i walk up in the spot, bag it up
trappin’ n-ggas know i get it, then, i add it up
i stack it, bag it, yeah, i flip it, then, i get some mo’
b-tches suckin’ and they f-ckin’, and they hit the do’
“jaydoe, oh, no!
go and grab that .40”
or the .45 with the [?], n-gga, let it blow
big bro, grab the pounds, yeah, for the low
we get it off, we taxin’ n-ggas, milwaukee, we ballin’, bro
ballin’, i’m ballin’
yeah, i’m ballin’, ain’t no stallin’
yo’ main b-tch on me, callin’
yeah, i swear, i keep her waitin’
ain’t no time for patience, ain’t no time for waitin’
i’m hangin’ ‘round with them haitians
blue and red flags, yeah, but i f-ck with the blue side
yeah, the left side
all my crip n-ggas, yeah, we let it fly
[verse 2: trapquan$]
yeah, let it bang, they let it fly
i’m so high, i’m in the sky
and i’ll never come back ‘til the fourth of july
i’m chillin’ with my bros, we f-ckin’ they hoes
i don’t care ‘bout no ho, where all my woes?
i got a .44, you know, bro, let it blow
everybody know, everybody know me
like, one, two, three, do-re-mi
fa-so-la-ti-do, my n-ggas on the block, tryna get that green
aye, aye, aye, tryna get that…
aye, my n-gga pulled up with a .30 glock, and you know, he got a beam
green beam, and he got a red beam
them .30s be singin’ like a choir, let it ring
all my n-ggas on the block with a scheme
all my n-ggas tryna scheme to the money
yeah, my n-gga, gettin’ to the money
b-tch hoppin’ on d-ck like a bunny
this sh-t cut her sweet like some honey
[?]
all my n-ggas in the [?], pistol packin’
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