CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : 3 Traps
I got three traps, ayy
Danny, I see you!
Ayy
Finna-Finna jump right out that car with 223's, I'm finna spin a n***a
I'm conversating with the plug for any drugs, I don't do in the middle
Too much ice up on my body, in a Masi', serving n***as crystal
Lil bro, he tryna hop out, he gon' face 'em with a small pistol
The-These n***as do not pose a threat
Chandeliers all on my neck
I'm on the highway with a .36, clutching on a dirty TEC
I seen a opp, I made his bet, I had to give that boy some early rest
In my pocket, it's at least a dub, I swear that it ain't nothing less
We slide in bulletproof E' Lacs, you know these motherf**kers long body
I put on Chrome Heart with the Givenchy
I put attachment on back of the Glizzy
You ain't got a body, you a nobody
I got three traps, I got three phones
I got a plug I ain't never seen but he put me on
Might f**k 'round go Amiri jeans, Rollie two-tone
I go to Texas, f**k with Peso, feel like I'm at home
I'm having bags on file, just place your order, I'll bring 'em to yo home
I got a b*t*h I call Mercedes, but, she don't do nothing but give me dome
N***a f**k yo opps, I'm sliding with Peso, whether he right or wrong
My n***a gon' walk sh*t down for free
What? I don't show no love with crumbs
How the f**k you get smacked by the Feds? Yo b*t*h a** already home
Finna-Finna jump right out that car with 223's, I'm finna spin a n***a
I'm conversating with the plug for any drugs, I don't do in the middle
Too much ice up on my body, in a Masi', serving n***as crystal
Lil bro, he tryna hop out, he gon' face 'em with a small pistol
The-These n***as do not pose a threat
Chandeliers all on my neck
I'm on the highway with a .36, clutching on a dirty TEC
I seen a opp, I made his bet, I had to give that boy some early rest
In my pocket, it's at least a dub, I swear that it ain't nothing less
I'm strapped up when I slide the Benz
Money pile, I'm diving in
I just walked in Saks, spent a lil dub with just the fives and tens
I'm outside this n***a house that he been hiding in
Just sent my b*t*h straight to the West, to get the bowls, she finna flew 'em in
I been f**king on b*t*hes way before I ever counted ten
Brand new Lamborghini Urus, Forgiatos, mount 'em in
I been looking for my favorite opp, can't find him, finna chalk his friend
Cartiers all on my face, lil n***a play, I knock 'em out my lens
These rappers acting like Sylvester
I'm rich off drugs, yeah, me and Hector, twin
Send my b*t*h up on the road, got Fentanyl in a Tesla
Yeah, when I slide, make sure they die, stand over, hit 'em with some extra
My n***a Swipe, he po' that sh*t up out the pint, yeah, he don't measure
Why-Why-Why his young crew bought me a new striker? I just switched the bin
If I fly a hoe out and don't like her, she gon' f**k my twin
Been trapping out the spot for like six months, I gotta switch my pin
My Jefe serving food, no taco, but the brick, come stamp the seal
Finna jump right out that car with 223's, I'm finna spin a n***a
I'm conversating with the plug for any drugs, I don't do in the middle
Too much ice up on my body, in a Masi', serving n***as crystal
Lil bro, he tryna hop out, he gon' face 'em with a small pistol
The-These n***as do not pose a threat
Chandeliers all on my neck
I'm on the highway with a .36, clutching on a dirty TEC
I seen a opp, I made his bet, I had to give that boy some early rest
In my pocket, it's at least a dub, I swear that it ain't nothing less
Danny, I see you!
Ayy
Finna-Finna jump right out that car with 223's, I'm finna spin a n***a
I'm conversating with the plug for any drugs, I don't do in the middle
Too much ice up on my body, in a Masi', serving n***as crystal
Lil bro, he tryna hop out, he gon' face 'em with a small pistol
The-These n***as do not pose a threat
Chandeliers all on my neck
I'm on the highway with a .36, clutching on a dirty TEC
I seen a opp, I made his bet, I had to give that boy some early rest
In my pocket, it's at least a dub, I swear that it ain't nothing less
We slide in bulletproof E' Lacs, you know these motherf**kers long body
I put on Chrome Heart with the Givenchy
I put attachment on back of the Glizzy
You ain't got a body, you a nobody
I got three traps, I got three phones
I got a plug I ain't never seen but he put me on
Might f**k 'round go Amiri jeans, Rollie two-tone
I go to Texas, f**k with Peso, feel like I'm at home
I'm having bags on file, just place your order, I'll bring 'em to yo home
I got a b*t*h I call Mercedes, but, she don't do nothing but give me dome
N***a f**k yo opps, I'm sliding with Peso, whether he right or wrong
My n***a gon' walk sh*t down for free
What? I don't show no love with crumbs
How the f**k you get smacked by the Feds? Yo b*t*h a** already home
Finna-Finna jump right out that car with 223's, I'm finna spin a n***a
I'm conversating with the plug for any drugs, I don't do in the middle
Too much ice up on my body, in a Masi', serving n***as crystal
Lil bro, he tryna hop out, he gon' face 'em with a small pistol
The-These n***as do not pose a threat
Chandeliers all on my neck
I'm on the highway with a .36, clutching on a dirty TEC
I seen a opp, I made his bet, I had to give that boy some early rest
In my pocket, it's at least a dub, I swear that it ain't nothing less
I'm strapped up when I slide the Benz
Money pile, I'm diving in
I just walked in Saks, spent a lil dub with just the fives and tens
I'm outside this n***a house that he been hiding in
Just sent my b*t*h straight to the West, to get the bowls, she finna flew 'em in
I been f**king on b*t*hes way before I ever counted ten
Brand new Lamborghini Urus, Forgiatos, mount 'em in
I been looking for my favorite opp, can't find him, finna chalk his friend
Cartiers all on my face, lil n***a play, I knock 'em out my lens
These rappers acting like Sylvester
I'm rich off drugs, yeah, me and Hector, twin
Send my b*t*h up on the road, got Fentanyl in a Tesla
Yeah, when I slide, make sure they die, stand over, hit 'em with some extra
My n***a Swipe, he po' that sh*t up out the pint, yeah, he don't measure
Why-Why-Why his young crew bought me a new striker? I just switched the bin
If I fly a hoe out and don't like her, she gon' f**k my twin
Been trapping out the spot for like six months, I gotta switch my pin
My Jefe serving food, no taco, but the brick, come stamp the seal
Finna jump right out that car with 223's, I'm finna spin a n***a
I'm conversating with the plug for any drugs, I don't do in the middle
Too much ice up on my body, in a Masi', serving n***as crystal
Lil bro, he tryna hop out, he gon' face 'em with a small pistol
The-These n***as do not pose a threat
Chandeliers all on my neck
I'm on the highway with a .36, clutching on a dirty TEC
I seen a opp, I made his bet, I had to give that boy some early rest
In my pocket, it's at least a dub, I swear that it ain't nothing less
