Trap B - Punches Lyrics

L.I.B., nigga, West Coast, Africa, it's ya Boy Trap B, Staystrapped nigga, taking over, two-three-one
Aight, yeah, what, yeah, yeah
Head shot, leg shot, I ion play fair, put a nigga in the air, make em, crowd surf
Now your mans, On my arm like a bicep, brain dead, no leg, you get the concept

And Trap B six-two, that's a fun fact, I'm too bad, moonwalk, nigga, Mike Jack
I come true, lay a D like I'm Gaga, I spread her leg in the air, it just like just like Wi-Fi
Then I hop on it, I call it hotspot, two arms in the air, that's a high five
Trap B, never lack nigga, fa fa then we slide, to my and do crib the cha-cha

Goddamn, all ley men em wanna play, yeah
When I was Trapping all of lor your was stay in your day care yeah
Midnight, mask on like it's face care
I got my drac with me, so don't tell me take care

Always been a bad boy, but never met Diddy
Sippin' alcohol, man, you know I be with Brandy
And I come from the block, nigga, but don't call me Jenny
Made it through the harder way, I feeling just like penny
Put my country on the map boi ion want no Grammy
L.I.B. to the world, niggas know how we comey
I swear they know how we coming , take her down like Chris Brown, plus a nigga be flipping
Yeah, I got dem packs on me, all facts

No cap, I'm just tryna get some money
Lil' ass nigga, all facts
No cap, I'm just tryna get some money
Lil' ass nigga

Trap B, nigga
L.I.B
West Coast, Africa
Staystarpped, nigga

Yeah
Two, three, one
What's up, nigga
Trap B

What's up, nigga