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(Traphouse Mob) Woo Woo, woo, woo (Grrt) (Swirv) Ha-ha-ha-ha (I'm 'bout to lose my f**king mind) Grrt Baow, woo I don't got?time?for no minimum?wage (Uh) It's fifty K to go?on stage (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha) Woo, woo, woo I don't got time for no minimum wage It's fifty K to go on stage Woo, woo, woo Look, I pop a perc' for dinner (Woo) Sinner, winner Pop Smoke drillin' I'll do a drill in the Wraith I'll go jump you with the apes He gon' send shots where you lay And I'mma pull up with the K (Brrt) HK, SK Trap Manny let it spray I'm trying to put 'em in the grave (Sheesh) Can't be workin' no minimum wage (Nah) B*t*h, Trap Manny is my name It's gon' be a man down, and that's on the set Glock 9, infrared You better run when you see Dread 'Cause boy aimin' for your head Know that we puttin' in pain Aimin' for your (Baow) Boy, aimin' for your brain Know we do it for the gang (Woo) HB, Flossy (Woo) Catch a opp, do him like Cain And I still got the Perc' for the yaks Opps still runnin', like Ricky, ain't catch 'em yet From the BK, back to the BX Disrespect my n***a Pop Smoke, get a hole in your chest (Yeah) And I'm opposition K (Sheesh) EBK, EBK Fry that n***a, fish fillet I'm known for puttin' in pain And spinnin' in the Wraith (Uh) While I'm chillin' with your bae You wifin' a thot, and I'm f**kin' her face 'Member when [?][1:35] and I was upstate I was spinnin' the yard, always kept a blade N***a try me, he goin' end up running from pain Yeah, I scammed you for nothing, still play in them banks (Ha-ha) Trappin', scammin' B*t*h, it's Pop Smoke, Trap Manny That big .38 on me ain't jammin' If you ain't jacking Woo, then get out the way If you ain't jacking HB, get out the way If you ain't jacking Pop, then get out the way If you ain't jacking Trap, then get out the way Hit that boy up, then fly to LA Woo, ayy, ayy Know that we duckin' the jakes And if you try to hide, we find where you stay (Woo) Waitin' for you (Sheesh) Pop out and get popped in the face Pop will pull up .22, I tote big .38s (Yeah) Aimin', blowin' (Yeah) Six shots, it disfigured his face (Sheesh) We goin' have his homies put his face on a chain (Yeah) Bullets rainin', it's stormin' (Woo) Trying to sound like thunder when it sprays Lot of n***as tellin', gotta watch what I say Huh, Raf Simmons, transformin', yeah I'ma hit 'em up and then gon' fly to LA (Baow)
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