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tretoowavy - all trap no luck lyrics

why the f_ you call my phone
and yeen talkin bout no money
striker ridin we on the interstate
this fin (infinity) right here be punching
and we got bows inside the whip
we see blue lights won’t stop for nothing
and i’m the hottest in my city i turned sh_t up
just like a oven
i’m trappin inna latest fashion
they say i got bags for sale
i knew a blessing was otw it feel like i done been thru h_ll
prayin dat my package land i shipped 100 thru the mail
it’s double vaccum sealed yk dat b_ ain’t comin w no smell
she like my fragrance bae dats za and baccarat
ok cmon
i hit the block w p new flavors they just dropped
ok i know that b_ a thot don’t want no kiss
don’t want her tw_t
and he be cappin like he trappin
but we know dats sum he not
no not at all
and if we talkin bags im running thru em
i been gettin em off
piece it out make as much profit as you can
what i was taught
they treated me like sh_t like i wasn’t nun ain’t never play
my songs
now they know i’m him im comin trim i turned into a boss
you mad cause yeen got no bag lil n_gga u can’t even get one off
i flipped the bag so many times that i done made it summersault
she got a pretty face i told ha she look better w no makeup
she da only one i want and dats why all dese b_tches hate ha
my switch inna a if you run up then we gon have a face off
don’t fw them boys to keep it real yk we hate y’all
i’m blind to the fake and all the hate like ray charles
i’m dodging the jakes and catching plays we see em we gon race off (end verse back to hook)

- tretoowavy

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