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Trapthon Video (MV)




Performed By: T-Dubb-O
Language: English
Length: 4:30
Written by: Antoine White




T-Dubb-O - Trapthon Lyrics




Body count look like the lotto
It's showtime your boo in front the stage like the Apollo
In no time I'm bout to take it over
I need payola kicking down the door taking everything you owe us look
Riding with the drum f*ck a 30 I got 50 in the glock
New box of soda with a quarter key of yola put the vision in the pot
Bitch from last night still sleep Iont even know her motherf*cking name
Gang on the porch got fiends at the door tryna spend they lil change yea
Top back on my Chevy, new hollows in my desi
I skirt skirt like andretti moblyfe across my belly
Hoe house up in my telly got tats all on me baby
I f*ck u like I'm crazy I'm walking like I'm lazy
My poccets so heavy I call her lil shot put
She got solid gold Becky
I'm stacking this gwap up
I bet 12 won't catch me, I sleep with the glock tucked
Run in here I'm so ready, corny niggaz get popped up
I'm Doing a buck 50 in the rain nigga I ain't scared of dying
Cuzz from the hood all we know pain tell me what's the use in crying
Nigga I be grinding grinding vision like a psychic
Cannons like a pirate famished on a diet
So that means I'm hungry like ain't nothing up in my fridge
Lil nigga do it Andre the giant big I'm saying

Digi scale
With the yeah
Chop it down
Making sales
Bag check
Swag check
Gimmie Head
No sex

Excuse me lil bitch I am poppin right now
Cuzz failure not really an option right now
I ain't got time you see me clocking right now
Dead all that rah rah better calm it right down
She throw that ass in a circle like I whip the pot
Gang popping popping popping popping we don't sleep a lot
Catching us sleeping not lil bitch we see the plot
On god I'll send you to post up right up on jesus block
Ice on my shoulders Dusse' on my coasters
Semi on my wasteline bitch I feel like soldier
I'm smoking california im litter than a bitch
I run this shit high key y'all know exactly who this is
I drop a 7 in the pot then I whip it to 10
I break it down and add more soda then I whip it again
I got 5 new semis and they all got a twin
I just flipped a 100 k and I'm a do it again
I drop a 7 in the pot then I whip it to 10
I break it down and add more soda then I whip it again
I got 5 new semis and they all got a twin
I just flipped a 100 k and I'm a do it again
Money machine go blttttttt choppa go blttttttt hop in the coupe and go skrrr I disappear
10 toes down out here, I have no fear
I'm a monster grrrr this my year

Digit scale
With the yeah
Chop it down
Making sales
Bag check
Swag check
Gimmie Head
No sex
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Body count look like the lotto
It's showtime your boo in front the stage like the Apollo
In no time I'm bout to take it over
I need payola kicking down the door taking everything you owe us look
Riding with the drum f*ck a 30 I got 50 in the glock
New box of soda with a quarter key of yola put the vision in the pot
Bitch from last night still sleep Iont even know her motherf*cking name
Gang on the porch got fiends at the door tryna spend they lil change yea
Top back on my Chevy, new hollows in my desi
I skirt skirt like andretti moblyfe across my belly
Hoe house up in my telly got tats all on me baby
I f*ck u like I'm crazy I'm walking like I'm lazy
My poccets so heavy I call her lil shot put
She got solid gold Becky
I'm stacking this gwap up
I bet 12 won't catch me, I sleep with the glock tucked
Run in here I'm so ready, corny niggaz get popped up
I'm Doing a buck 50 in the rain nigga I ain't scared of dying
Cuzz from the hood all we know pain tell me what's the use in crying
Nigga I be grinding grinding vision like a psychic
Cannons like a pirate famished on a diet
So that means I'm hungry like ain't nothing up in my fridge
Lil nigga do it Andre the giant big I'm saying

Digi scale
With the yeah
Chop it down
Making sales
Bag check
Swag check
Gimmie Head
No sex

Excuse me lil bitch I am poppin right now
Cuzz failure not really an option right now
I ain't got time you see me clocking right now
Dead all that rah rah better calm it right down
She throw that ass in a circle like I whip the pot
Gang popping popping popping popping we don't sleep a lot
Catching us sleeping not lil bitch we see the plot
On god I'll send you to post up right up on jesus block
Ice on my shoulders Dusse' on my coasters
Semi on my wasteline bitch I feel like soldier
I'm smoking california im litter than a bitch
I run this shit high key y'all know exactly who this is
I drop a 7 in the pot then I whip it to 10
I break it down and add more soda then I whip it again
I got 5 new semis and they all got a twin
I just flipped a 100 k and I'm a do it again
I drop a 7 in the pot then I whip it to 10
I break it down and add more soda then I whip it again
I got 5 new semis and they all got a twin
I just flipped a 100 k and I'm a do it again
Money machine go blttttttt choppa go blttttttt hop in the coupe and go skrrr I disappear
10 toes down out here, I have no fear
I'm a monster grrrr this my year

Digit scale
With the yeah
Chop it down
Making sales
Bag check
Swag check
Gimmie Head
No sex
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Antoine White
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