SSG Splurge - Trap Inda Trees
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Yea, i knew that hoe was comin' like that
(verse 1)
I ain't with that foo shit so i dont care about no rap
Whole time i been gettin' paid, no cap
Step on they ass, no kappa, no cap
Nigga fuck a diss song; no rap, we rap em
Let my potna' serve em why you ran off and get tackled
I ain't doin' shit but tryna put em on a channel
I ain't doin' shit but puttin' broads in a phantom
Move the trap out of state, servin' bars in atlanta
And no we don't care bout yo fuckin' bandana
I can drop a bag and get you hit by a random
We do niggas bad and ain't shit put on camera
I can whip it on the stove like its (?)
Totin' glizzy with a dick, tryna hit, that's a dirty stick
She was askin' for some dick i'm tryna give the hoe some percocet
Shoota's on my team, i dropped em off, he ain't workin' yet
Bought that hoe some wendy's, what the fuck is a birkin bag?
(verse 2)
My lil bro'll walk you down in some cortez's
Did some shhh, then pulled up where the church at
Whippin' eagle's, turn this bitch into a birds nest
Yo lil jewelry ain't even my merch bag
Ok, back to that gangsta shit; what yall wanna do?
They come thru tryna hit then we spinnin' sum too
But i doubt they'll spin cause they know what we do
Know this draco a wolf, we tryna get a nigga chewed
Turned the telly to a strip club, bad bitches nude
I want the rich, get out the hood hoes, the sad bitches too
I don't care about shit but my daughter and my shoes
Know we beat niggas blue, leave em drunk like he booze
Lemme ask; have you ever did a hit at a crew?
Make them niggas take off when that crown vic move
Make them niggas try to skip out of town when we shoot
He gone die and get pissed, so be glad i been cool
(verse 3)
I get drugs everywhere, niggas know i attract it
Finna leave miami, hit the city, get active
Yea i cut my dreads off, this shit deeper then rappin'
Yea i come by myself, i don't need a assassin
Couple niggas playin' pussy, some shit i can't believe
Bitch askin' where i'm at, bitch i'm recording with t
And we stalkin' at yo crib, bitch you better not leave
Cause you'll end up swimmin', you playin' shit like bleach
(outro)
This a stolo, no screech
Park the hotbox around the corner then creep
Opp's in that store, i'm tryna see what i can eat
762's or these 223's
Stick with the string, this a arp
No time to play, i'ma shoot what i see
No tuckin' chains, you won't take em off me
All of these birds i could trap inda trees
Yea, i knew that hoe was comin' like that
(verse 1)
I ain't with that foo shit so i dont care about no rap
Whole time i been gettin' paid, no cap
Step on they ass, no kappa, no cap
Nigga fuck a diss song; no rap, we rap em
Let my potna' serve em why you ran off and get tackled
I ain't doin' shit but tryna put em on a channel
I ain't doin' shit but puttin' broads in a phantom
Move the trap out of state, servin' bars in atlanta
And no we don't care bout yo fuckin' bandana
I can drop a bag and get you hit by a random
We do niggas bad and ain't shit put on camera
I can whip it on the stove like its (?)
Totin' glizzy with a dick, tryna hit, that's a dirty stick
She was askin' for some dick i'm tryna give the hoe some percocet
Shoota's on my team, i dropped em off, he ain't workin' yet
Bought that hoe some wendy's, what the fuck is a birkin bag?
(verse 2)
My lil bro'll walk you down in some cortez's
Did some shhh, then pulled up where the church at
Whippin' eagle's, turn this bitch into a birds nest
Yo lil jewelry ain't even my merch bag
Ok, back to that gangsta shit; what yall wanna do?
They come thru tryna hit then we spinnin' sum too
But i doubt they'll spin cause they know what we do
Know this draco a wolf, we tryna get a nigga chewed
Turned the telly to a strip club, bad bitches nude
I want the rich, get out the hood hoes, the sad bitches too
I don't care about shit but my daughter and my shoes
Know we beat niggas blue, leave em drunk like he booze
Lemme ask; have you ever did a hit at a crew?
Make them niggas take off when that crown vic move
Make them niggas try to skip out of town when we shoot
He gone die and get pissed, so be glad i been cool
(verse 3)
I get drugs everywhere, niggas know i attract it
Finna leave miami, hit the city, get active
Yea i cut my dreads off, this shit deeper then rappin'
Yea i come by myself, i don't need a assassin
Couple niggas playin' pussy, some shit i can't believe
Bitch askin' where i'm at, bitch i'm recording with t
And we stalkin' at yo crib, bitch you better not leave
Cause you'll end up swimmin', you playin' shit like bleach
(outro)
This a stolo, no screech
Park the hotbox around the corner then creep
Opp's in that store, i'm tryna see what i can eat
762's or these 223's
Stick with the string, this a arp
No time to play, i'ma shoot what i see
No tuckin' chains, you won't take em off me
All of these birds i could trap inda trees
