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Letra : AYE!
Trapahol-, Trapahol-
Yuh, yuh, whoa, huh? Hm? Wait, aye!
Damn', this sh*t go like "Aye!"
What the f**k it do? That sh*t kinda' go like "Aye!"
Okay, I got something for 'em
I say
Gotta' go hard, drive
Load the tech, you part
I disconnect you offline
Need respect, that's all mine (Ugh!)
I'm a smart guy
Got twin Glocks at all times
They don't shoot they harmonize
Hit that note they blow your mind (Trapahol-, ugh!)
And I got weight on me (Okay)
I'm a big deal, they wait on me (Yessir)
You can't pay that fee (Whoa)
I'mma collect, just wait and see (Yup)
Haters turn to vacancies (Whoa)
Freddy with the Ruger follow your dreams (Bow)
I stay zooted, streets I'm rooted
No cap
Please don't play with me (Aye)
Pleasе don't think it's sweet
The chopper's had a busy week
I clock my shooters in
Thеy got that scope
So if you hide, they seek
And when you tagged, yo' body freeze
Might end up in the [?]
Don't play these games
I might just peek
I count to ten, they rest in peace
Trapahol-, Trapahol-
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine (Grrrow!)
No more op's in the area
With my blood like Malaria
And the stick on my side like Harry, uh
Metal I carry, got iron sittin' in my carry-on
Two or three straps in the chariot
sh*t can get dark like a lariat
Ain't no room for the bullsh*t, carry on
We done booked the whole damn' Marriott
So much money, my drip Thousand Sunny but
Your drip old, like the water Going Merry on
sh*t not funny if you thinking you can touch me
Youngin's like Chucky, sh*t can get scary dawg
Clipper light flick, couple hits
I'm very gone
How you got Weed and invite me and Scoot over but don't offer us none?
You a bad friend PE$O, but yo', aye
SHINY PACK!
Trapahol-, Trapahol-
I be touchin' all this money, you ain't got a thing
I pull up with a Glock and I let it sing (Bow)
When it pop, it go bitty-bop, botta-bing
I got a lotta' chains and a lotta' rings (Icy)
I ain't got a lotta' time for the bullsh*t, yuh
You don't wanna' hop in the bull pit, yuh
Got full pockets and a full clip, yuh
Whip you in the mouth get a full lip, yuh (Aye)
When it come to the money I got some mean ways
I keep me a Tommy that stay within green range
Or I get it online, no need to see face
I can go on vacay for a hundred and three days
If I want to
You do money talks, this how money look (Yeah)
I give you funny looks, you have funny looks
I call these n***as bummy you have bummy looks
I send these n***as dummies, you a dummy
Juice
Yuh, yuh, whoa, huh? Hm? Wait, aye!
Damn', this sh*t go like "Aye!"
What the f**k it do? That sh*t kinda' go like "Aye!"
Okay, I got something for 'em
I say
Gotta' go hard, drive
Load the tech, you part
I disconnect you offline
Need respect, that's all mine (Ugh!)
I'm a smart guy
Got twin Glocks at all times
They don't shoot they harmonize
Hit that note they blow your mind (Trapahol-, ugh!)
And I got weight on me (Okay)
I'm a big deal, they wait on me (Yessir)
You can't pay that fee (Whoa)
I'mma collect, just wait and see (Yup)
Haters turn to vacancies (Whoa)
Freddy with the Ruger follow your dreams (Bow)
I stay zooted, streets I'm rooted
No cap
Please don't play with me (Aye)
Pleasе don't think it's sweet
The chopper's had a busy week
I clock my shooters in
Thеy got that scope
So if you hide, they seek
And when you tagged, yo' body freeze
Might end up in the [?]
Don't play these games
I might just peek
I count to ten, they rest in peace
Trapahol-, Trapahol-
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine (Grrrow!)
No more op's in the area
With my blood like Malaria
And the stick on my side like Harry, uh
Metal I carry, got iron sittin' in my carry-on
Two or three straps in the chariot
sh*t can get dark like a lariat
Ain't no room for the bullsh*t, carry on
We done booked the whole damn' Marriott
So much money, my drip Thousand Sunny but
Your drip old, like the water Going Merry on
sh*t not funny if you thinking you can touch me
Youngin's like Chucky, sh*t can get scary dawg
Clipper light flick, couple hits
I'm very gone
How you got Weed and invite me and Scoot over but don't offer us none?
You a bad friend PE$O, but yo', aye
SHINY PACK!
Trapahol-, Trapahol-
I be touchin' all this money, you ain't got a thing
I pull up with a Glock and I let it sing (Bow)
When it pop, it go bitty-bop, botta-bing
I got a lotta' chains and a lotta' rings (Icy)
I ain't got a lotta' time for the bullsh*t, yuh
You don't wanna' hop in the bull pit, yuh
Got full pockets and a full clip, yuh
Whip you in the mouth get a full lip, yuh (Aye)
When it come to the money I got some mean ways
I keep me a Tommy that stay within green range
Or I get it online, no need to see face
I can go on vacay for a hundred and three days
If I want to
You do money talks, this how money look (Yeah)
I give you funny looks, you have funny looks
I call these n***as bummy you have bummy looks
I send these n***as dummies, you a dummy
Juice
