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Trap Anthem
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(Uh) (Brrt) (Trap hard, boy, you ain't trappin' hard enough) Ayy, Cheecho, uh Uh Trap hard, say you trappin' hard? Nigga, you don't trap enough Hunnid bags on a truck West-coast load comin' in through the mail, yeah, them packages stuffed If it's up then it's stuck f*ck around with them opp niggas, shit get you plucked Slide through, drop shots, couple niggas got crushed If you beefin' with me, keep that shit on the hush Heard he said he ain't f*ckin' with me? I ain't ask a nigga We in them hot cars, 'bout to go smash a nigga Brodie just came home, geekin' and taggin' And I'm up off them bags, I ain't gotta bag a nigga Say that you with me? You ain't I been beefin' so hard, put the paint where it ain't Stuffed deep in the field, bitch, I feel like a saint 20 piece in my pocket, walked straight out the bank I'm bringin' the vibes with mе to the city I fly out to Cali, now I'm in a Maybach Opp niggas hatin' on me, I ain't worried 'bout that In thе hills with my feet up, I'm laid back One up on me? I get one up on you Man, I swear this shit gon' get way deeper than payback Don't put your trust into none of these niggas The niggas who snake you be comin' from way back (Uh) My young niggas ain't with the rumblin' Got a problem? Address it, I ain't with the mumblin' If I whip out this Drac', niggas gon' get to tumblin' Free them niggas locked up on the unit out Cumberland Rackzo shit, got them bags, bags, bags Slide in the Audi, do digital dash Smoke cloud up in my face, can't crash Can't hide in them trenches, yeah, we on yo' ass You ain't f*ckin' wit' Cheecho, you ain't f*ckin' wit' me Let a nigga come play, choppa louder than beats Smoke exotic, get high, gotta take me a seat That lil' money you got? Make that shit in my sleep Walk down, walk down, I'm 'bout to creep You can call me the goat, yeah, them lil' niggas sheep Don't forget I'm not duckin' or hidin' from beef Send a shot to his gut, ball him up like a sheet Trap hard, say you trappin' hard? Nigga, you don't trap enough Hunnid bags on a truck West-coast load comin' in through the mail, yeah, them packages stuffed If it's up then it's stuck f*ck around with them opp niggas, shit get you plucked Slide through, drop shots, couple niggas got crushed If you beefin' with me, keep that shit on the hush Heard he said he ain't f*ckin' with me? I ain't ask a nigga We in them hot cars, 'bout to go smash a nigga Brodie just came home, geekin' and taggin' And I'm up off them bags, I ain't gotta bag a nigga Say that you with me? You ain't I been beefin' so hard, put the paint where it ain't Stuffed deep in the field, bitch, I feel like a saint 20 piece in my pocket, walked straight out the bank
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