Alm Trapnola seventy one go mode b***h
Shawty shake that a** when she get up out the shower
An I bend her over man I f**k bout a hour
And she geeked up man she geeking off the powder
An after I f**ked call peewwee its time to hit Lucura
Shootout to my baby mama had a baby with the plug
F**k trump man cause I wish we could get it cross the border
Shootout to my migo got it in the wall
Deposit the dresser money in the draws
Dealers in the crib money in the house
Killers on the porch killers on the couch
Try to take some shit an you wont make it out
Told that lil boy n***a do not play around
Bounce out with the cock out no we do not play that
Ohh you want the cheap s**t why yu did not say that
I been running to the bag
I been running to the safe
I can give a f**king tissue bout what a turd got to say
Imma get a bag give a f**k what the law say
If I go to jail swaer to God wont say nothing
Imma get a lawyer pray to go that I beat the case
And know a n***a to solid n***a know Im never fake
He said that he seven one we don't know him so put him on a plate
Catch me in leisure valley smoking walking round the way
All these drugs that im on swear a n***a sleep walking
Feeling like future all I do is stick talk
Pimpin over player s**t man all I do is pimp walk
Walkin round fully loaded n***a this the shooter walk
N***a we cant plug talk with you you a fed
Some people extra dumb so I must call them sped
Birds they just want bread
Wolf I want the pack
Trapping on the front street maneuver thru the back
Looking for Oneway you can catch me on the backstreet
Zone seven Trapnola where n***a throwing sevens up
All my n***as gorillas man they cant f**k with us
Shootout to my Crip n***a posted up on old nat
South side panola round n***a I got it sold up
Shootout to shooter and scooter they go shoot some s**t up
And imma just point to you and they n***a they go keep shooting
And they aint go let up n***a
You get wet up n***a
Better vest up n***a
Cause my young n***as shoot from the neck up n***a
No Capp
Boy this s**t get hot hot like a hot pot
Bullets turn your bone to dust like its dry root
Mama say dont touch that pot because you go get burn
Press a n***a perm
B***h I'm pops Atlanta Earn
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Alm Trapnola seventy one go mode b***h
Shawty shake that a** when she get up out the shower
An I bend her over man I f**k bout a hour
And she geeked up man she geeking off the powder
An after I f**ked call peewwee its time to hit Lucura
Shootout to my baby mama had a baby with the plug
F**k trump man cause I wish we could get it cross the border
Shootout to my migo got it in the wall
Deposit the dresser money in the draws
Dealers in the crib money in the house
Killers on the porch killers on the couch
Try to take some shit an you wont make it out
Told that lil boy n***a do not play around
Bounce out with the cock out no we do not play that
Ohh you want the cheap s**t why yu did not say that
I been running to the bag
I been running to the safe
I can give a f**king tissue bout what a turd got to say
Imma get a bag give a f**k what the law say
If I go to jail swaer to God wont say nothing
Imma get a lawyer pray to go that I beat the case
And know a n***a to solid n***a know Im never fake
He said that he seven one we don't know him so put him on a plate
Catch me in leisure valley smoking walking round the way
All these drugs that im on swear a n***a sleep walking
Feeling like future all I do is stick talk
Pimpin over player s**t man all I do is pimp walk
Walkin round fully loaded n***a this the shooter walk
N***a we cant plug talk with you you a fed
Some people extra dumb so I must call them sped
Birds they just want bread
Wolf I want the pack
Trapping on the front street maneuver thru the back
Looking for Oneway you can catch me on the backstreet
Zone seven Trapnola where n***a throwing sevens up
All my n***as gorillas man they cant f**k with us
Shootout to my Crip n***a posted up on old nat
South side panola round n***a I got it sold up
Shootout to shooter and scooter they go shoot some s**t up
And imma just point to you and they n***a they go keep shooting
And they aint go let up n***a
You get wet up n***a
Better vest up n***a
Cause my young n***as shoot from the neck up n***a
No Capp
Boy this s**t get hot hot like a hot pot
Bullets turn your bone to dust like its dry root
Mama say dont touch that pot because you go get burn
Press a n***a perm
B***h I'm pops Atlanta Earn
Shawty shake that a** when she get up out the shower
An I bend her over man I f**k bout a hour
And she geeked up man she geeking off the powder
An after I f**ked call peewwee its time to hit Lucura
Shootout to my baby mama had a baby with the plug
F**k trump man cause I wish we could get it cross the border
Shootout to my migo got it in the wall
Deposit the dresser money in the draws
Dealers in the crib money in the house
Killers on the porch killers on the couch
Try to take some shit an you wont make it out
Told that lil boy n***a do not play around
Bounce out with the cock out no we do not play that
Ohh you want the cheap s**t why yu did not say that
I been running to the bag
I been running to the safe
I can give a f**king tissue bout what a turd got to say
Imma get a bag give a f**k what the law say
If I go to jail swaer to God wont say nothing
Imma get a lawyer pray to go that I beat the case
And know a n***a to solid n***a know Im never fake
He said that he seven one we don't know him so put him on a plate
Catch me in leisure valley smoking walking round the way
All these drugs that im on swear a n***a sleep walking
Feeling like future all I do is stick talk
Pimpin over player s**t man all I do is pimp walk
Walkin round fully loaded n***a this the shooter walk
N***a we cant plug talk with you you a fed
Some people extra dumb so I must call them sped
Birds they just want bread
Wolf I want the pack
Trapping on the front street maneuver thru the back
Looking for Oneway you can catch me on the backstreet
Zone seven Trapnola where n***a throwing sevens up
All my n***as gorillas man they cant f**k with us
Shootout to my Crip n***a posted up on old nat
South side panola round n***a I got it sold up
Shootout to shooter and scooter they go shoot some s**t up
And imma just point to you and they n***a they go keep shooting
And they aint go let up n***a
You get wet up n***a
Better vest up n***a
Cause my young n***as shoot from the neck up n***a
No Capp
Boy this s**t get hot hot like a hot pot
Bullets turn your bone to dust like its dry root
Mama say dont touch that pot because you go get burn
Press a n***a perm
B***h I'm pops Atlanta Earn
Writer: Deion Hartley, Quatez Foster
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid