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Real trap niggas
And that's what folks say, I'm Tyler
Aye, keep money on this bitch so you know I'm finna rock out
Trap, trap, tryna run it up
If you wanna ten, you gotta get up and come fuck with us
First of the month, auntie calling for a double up
She know that I got it, told her hit me when I wake up
Down on my dick, so you know I had to shake some
Bad bitch, ass fat, and she tryna bake some
Yams on the stove, I just showed her how to make some
Good coke, raw dope, so I told her take one
I don't fuck with Jordan, but niggas know that I'm the great one
All on they rep, throwing bullets, who gon' take one
Cool on the bitch, but I just bought her a new lace front
She ask if I'm a painter, I say, yeah, I got a paint gun
Got swag on the pot, he can fight, but he gon' shank some
Fucking with that nigga, he got robbed for a fake gun
Bag that nigga ass, he just looked at me and played dumb
I got what you need, real chopper, I can show you gum
Basically, what I'm saying
We got bows, come and get you one
Turn a three-five into a Vick, now you done did something
Or just get a half and then you flip it, then just stack your money
You can get a half for forty-five or pay the eight a hunnid
Half a gram still go for twenty, auntie ass gon' keep on coming
Took a hit, her nose start running, fuck these bitches, I want money
Just like D, I thumb through hunnids, phone keep ringing, plays keep dropping
Told the plug keep them shits coming, me and four gon' stack a hunnid
T-band in the trap, he love it
Pop got bows for thirteen hundred
Soundbeat lowkey getting money
All night flight, my pockets stuffy
Took a L, then bounced right back
No meat on my scale, relax
All my niggas thumb through racks
And we gon' have it, that's a fact
PZ got his trap on smash
I show her racks, she drop her pants
In every lane, got dogs and cans
I took a A, he did his dance