yung drilla yg – trap lord كلمات اغاني
[intro: yung drilla yg]
trap lord, i’ma trap lord
gang yrn ots rookie gang n-gga, ah
pocket full of money, trap full of junkies
prrrrr prat bap
[chorus: yung drilla yg]
trap lord, i’ma trap lord
junkies knocking on the back door
trapping out that bando, f-ck a landlord
like what you need n-gga, meet me by the d-mn store
i’ma trap lord, i’ma trap lord
trap jumping, fiends knocking on the back door
trapping out that bando, f-ck a landlord
like what you need n-gga, meet me by the d-mn store
[verse 1: yung drilla yg]
i’ma trapper, not a rapper
real dope boy busting ounces out the wrappers
my whole squad full of animals no madagascar
my n-ggas shooting make em ghost so f-ck a casper
i pull up all black looking like a pather
smoking so much dead opps think i’ll probably catch the cancer
diamonds cold like alaska
bad b-tch wanna f-ck so i’ma tax her
remember way back, yg was selling 8 b-lls
now i’m ot hitting home runs like it’s baseball
shooting guard up in the street but i don’t play ball
and i ain’t a b-tch and switch up, i’m with the same squad
until the death of me, these streets won’t get the best of me
i’m in the kitchen cooking up you know the recipe
me and my trap house go way back we got some chemistry
i cop a pack then cut it up ain’t talking symmetry
[chorus: yung drilla yg]
trap lord, i’ma trap lord
junkies knocking on the back door
trapping out that bando, f-ck a landlord
like what you need n-gga, meet me by the d-mn store
i’ma trap lord, i’ma trap lord
trap jumping, fiends knocking on the back door
trapping out that bando, f-ck a landlord
like what you need n-gga, meet me by the d-mn store
[verse 2: yung drilla yg]
when i was thirteen we tried to rob the plug
he ain’t wanna give it up so we caught a -gunshot-
knee deep in this sh-t ask around i did so much
sh-t in my lifetime when i was so young
i’m smoking dead opps
till i got no lungs
thirty clip stick out like a sore thumb
chip the whole quarter brick on my lonesome
no hiding from a soso i do not owe no one
i keep four ounces in the pot i’m tryna get nine
i gain and maintain i don’t just get by
i’m smoking ghost i got a backwood full of dead guys
don’t try to look and run up boy you’ll get flied
yeah you will get flied
put that on my mom
don’t work a 9-5 selling -mute- that’s my job
when i open when i shoot look like a cyclope
don’t get close, yrn, yeah that’s my squad
[chorus: yung drilla yg]
trap lord, i’ma trap lord
junkies knocking on the back door
trapping out that bando, f-ck a landlord
like what you need n-gga, meet me by the d-mn store
i’ma trap lord, i’ma trap lord
trap jumping, fiends knocking on the back door
trapping out that bando, f-ck a landlord
like what you need n-gga, meet me by the sam store
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