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Featuring(s) : Blade Brown

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Them niggas rapping 'bout them things they've never seen before
Show me something I ain't seen before
I can bet you you ain't seen this raw
Chrome metal, I can bet you you ain't seen these fours
I can bet your life you never seen the plug
'Cuz you only see him if you speaking grub
Handshakes, that's a done deal
Stupid reloads, please don't question if my plug's real

[Verse 1 - K-Trap]
When you hear Trap in the speakers
Know that it's nothing but raw
When you link Trap for the dinners
You know that it's nothing but raw
Curtains closed when I'm traveling raw
Told my young boy wear some gloves
Any time you travel with that fours
I've got a boujee bitch with a shotgun
Them niggas still troubling whores
I just forced two bells in my shotgun
Everyday I'm ready for war
They talk that talk never shot one
Them man there's work rate's poor
Just talk skeng talk never copped one
'Cuz them man there's pockets on poor
And it ain't hard to see
Don't tell me about half of each I just got me a half of B
Tell the plug just put it on the tab
Tell the bitch don't look too much, get the work and put it in the bag
Boss asked why i booked so much, I think he knows I'm jugging from the cab
Bro asked why it looks so flat, i don't think he's seen him a slab
I'm in upsah chatting to zombies, i don't like dealing with cats
How you talk about securing the bag, and you ain't ever seen you a bag?

[Verse 2 - Blade Brown]
You never seen 50 grand, you never seen 50 bands
By the time you get your food its been through like 50 hands
I stay with the Yayo like 50's man
I wanna get my reload in like 50 vans
Blade Brown but they got me feeling like Frank White
Little nigga whats your bank like?
Plug talk, whats your stamp like?
TT and that dank line
They keep slapping me base shit you know what my fans like
Trap talk and that rack talk what my fans like
And this is my section where you can't trap
Your whole teams fake, how you never told your nigga that he can't rap?
I grew up in south that's the ends where a nigga can't lack
Phone up the grower, put up the funds, tell him go plant that
'Cos everyday I got paper plans
Pyrex scraping grams
You never seen 80 bands
Just made a deal with the plug now we're shaking hands
So just phone my phone for the flake and am

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