#1 Trap Pick
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โฑ๏ธ 2:11 duration
๐ ID: 23691975
๐ Lyrics
Drop, yeah
Ask two hundred, he want five
Four hundred, he let me walk
Six hundred, he gon', yeah
(Get under, get in my head, ho)
Two hundred, you get a line
Four hundred, she let me fuck
Six hundred, you get a half
Eight hundred, you get some bucks
Been a wreck, I'll turn you up
You ain't gotta go back to Cali
A hundred thousand for a album
How you go right back to trappin'?
I'm the tightest smoke out the bag
You the tightest nigga, match it
Nigga know I got it off the land
From the trench, anything'll match it
Six bedrooms at the crib
Beat the racks, sittin' on the island
Brought it out just to take a picture
Bought a ticket, locked up in the closet
Get your test today, young nigga shinin'
Thirty racks, all natural diamonds
Get your test to see if it's a molly
Boy, I heard you're flat, why you slidin'?
Ran it up, say I'm actin' cocky
I just got some sucka wafin' 'round me
Found some plug, they was tryna knock me
All that thang knockin' is a joke
Fucked up on the girl, what she just askin' me?
Why the fuck the trunk up in the hood?
Why the fuck the roof gone missin'?
Buckle up, I gotta bust a jug
Spent the rack, they was lookin' fine
Eight hundred, still had 'em flyin'
Six dollar, they was smellin' pine
Country boy, still pay nine
Went to Oakland with him, bought a farm
Truck smell like I ain't paid yet
She want me to put it on my tongue
Geeked up, so I ain't ate yet
Come to Cali, I'ma push it down
Spent some money, you want white ashes
It was clean 'til I turnt it up
I done made up my own package
Two hundred, you get a line
Four hundred, she let me fuck
Six hundred, you get a half
Eight hundred, you get some bucks
Spent a rack, I turn you up
You ain't gotta go back to Cali
A hundred thousand for a album
How you go right back to trappin'?
I'm the type smoke out the bag
You the type ask niggas, "Mask it"
Nigga know I got it off the land
From the trench, anything'll match it
Six bedrooms at the crib
Beat the racks, sittin' on the island
Brought it out just to take a picture
Bought a ticket, locked up in the closet
Shit
That world
Ask two hundred, he want five
Four hundred, he let me walk
Six hundred, he gon', yeah
(Get under, get in my head, ho)
Two hundred, you get a line
Four hundred, she let me fuck
Six hundred, you get a half
Eight hundred, you get some bucks
Been a wreck, I'll turn you up
You ain't gotta go back to Cali
A hundred thousand for a album
How you go right back to trappin'?
I'm the tightest smoke out the bag
You the tightest nigga, match it
Nigga know I got it off the land
From the trench, anything'll match it
Six bedrooms at the crib
Beat the racks, sittin' on the island
Brought it out just to take a picture
Bought a ticket, locked up in the closet
Get your test today, young nigga shinin'
Thirty racks, all natural diamonds
Get your test to see if it's a molly
Boy, I heard you're flat, why you slidin'?
Ran it up, say I'm actin' cocky
I just got some sucka wafin' 'round me
Found some plug, they was tryna knock me
All that thang knockin' is a joke
Fucked up on the girl, what she just askin' me?
Why the fuck the trunk up in the hood?
Why the fuck the roof gone missin'?
Buckle up, I gotta bust a jug
Spent the rack, they was lookin' fine
Eight hundred, still had 'em flyin'
Six dollar, they was smellin' pine
Country boy, still pay nine
Went to Oakland with him, bought a farm
Truck smell like I ain't paid yet
She want me to put it on my tongue
Geeked up, so I ain't ate yet
Come to Cali, I'ma push it down
Spent some money, you want white ashes
It was clean 'til I turnt it up
I done made up my own package
Two hundred, you get a line
Four hundred, she let me fuck
Six hundred, you get a half
Eight hundred, you get some bucks
Spent a rack, I turn you up
You ain't gotta go back to Cali
A hundred thousand for a album
How you go right back to trappin'?
I'm the type smoke out the bag
You the type ask niggas, "Mask it"
Nigga know I got it off the land
From the trench, anything'll match it
Six bedrooms at the crib
Beat the racks, sittin' on the island
Brought it out just to take a picture
Bought a ticket, locked up in the closet
Shit
That world