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Traphouse Mob
Huh, roll another one
Said I'm never lackin', always pistol packing (This is a Melo beat)
With them automatics, we gon' send him to heaven (Huh)
Wait, wait, wait, wait, ayy, ayy, woo (Aw, sh*t), huh
Oh, you feelin' sturdy, huh? (You feelin' sturdy, man)
Shake some', huh
Shake it, huh, shake it, huh, shake it, huh

She like the way that I dance
She like the way that I move
She like the way that I rock
She like the way that I woo
And she let it clap for a n***a
(She let it clap for a n***a)
And she throw it back for a n***a
(Yeah, she throw it back for a n***a)
Mike Amiri, Mike Amiri
Billie Jean, Billie Jean (Uh)
Christian Dior, Dior
I'm up in all the stores
When it rains, it pours
She like the way I rrr
Mike Amiri, Mike Amiri
Billie Jean, Billie Jean (Uh)
Christian Dior, Dior
I'm up in all the stores
When it rains, it pours
She like the way I rrr
A grow Man, Remember How I use to Hide the Work in a Soda Can
Cops Pull Me over, I ain't goin', I ain't gettin' Jammed
Stanley hittin' licks, Just to Get some Money In his Head
Back in Garfield , I use to like those Days
Hit the Pool F**k some hoes With My AI operates
Me and Cam Fightin' N***as, Had our Psycho ways
God had me in his Plans, 'cause My life doesn't change
I used to Think about how My Eskimate Make a Mil'
I was workin' on my Plans, Like F**k the Credits and Deals
I hate askin' mom For money 'cause I knew she got bills
So I started Rob' em N***as But I don't like to Steal
I Saw My Uncle Sell Drugs, back then He wasn't in a Club
Everybody Showed' em Love from the hood To the Club
I use to think that Sh*t was Cool until he got Locked up
And Even Me He was my Ideal, But that Sh*t F**ked Me up
My GrandMother use to cry every time I would Pack Wood
I use to hide Behind the Shed and Smoke a New Point
Stop Smokin' cigarettes 'cause it was Hard for Me to Breathe
Now I'm tearing down stages, Make' em Wave That they believe
F**k a Tren', I don't need a friend I just, Bands
Hallow says not it up, Johnny can't comprehend
Grandma Ship stays on the flo', but if now Then I gotta Swim
Move out the way Muhf**ker

She like the way that I dance
She like the way that I move
She like the way that I rock
She like the way that I woo
And she let it clap for a n***a
(She let it clap for a n***a)
And she throw it back for a n***a
(Yeah, she throw it back for a n***a)
Mike Amiri, Mike Amiri
Billie Jean, Billie Jean (Uh)
Christian Dior, Dior
I'm up in all the stores
When it rains, it pours
She like the way I rrr
Mike Amiri, Mike Amiri
Billie Jean, Billie Jean (Uh)
Christian Dior, Dior
I'm up in all the stores
When it rains, it pours
She like the way I rrr (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I am a menace, keep me a rack just like tennis
I'm with the sh*t like I'm Dennis
I started this sh*t, I'ma finish
N***as be hatin', tryna blemish my image
Who want the smoke? .223 came with the scope
Extended clip long as a rope
We wipe his nose, just like he had him a cold
I knew that boy was a ho
Pull up with the gang, you know that we bangin'
What is your set, n***a? What is you claimin'?
I am a beast, you cannot tame it
Don't point a finger, this sh*t can get dangerous
These n***as hatin', these n***as plottin'
Ooh, he got money, I'm runnin' his wallet
You say you a killer, lil' n***a, stop it
In a shootout, your gun was droppin'
You really a fraud, you cannot stomp on this yard
My n***as, they scammin', they swipin' them cards
I am so high that I'm talkin' to stars
I'm gone off them jiggas, I'm poppin' them bars
Don't mind my pimpin', b*t*h, don't sweat me
Chopper got a kick, call that sh*t Jet Li
Sauce Gang dripped up, what is your recipe?
Gon' get an F if a n***a try testin' me
Whole lotta money, whole lotta guala
Hit the party fifty deep, nothin' but my shottas
N***a tried me so you know I had to pop him
So many bullets, it confused the doctor
Whole lotta racks, whole lotta stacks
F**k a headshot, I'ma shoot him in the back
Three-point-five rolled up in the Cack'
We don't smoke reggie, this sh*t called gas
I'm sticked up like a blind man
I'm super hot like a frying pan
He say that he gon' take somethin' from me
Ayy, just know, he lyin', man
I'ma up from my hip then blow like a whistle
Your b*t*h suckin' d**k like a Kool-Aid pickle
Two bullets in your chest, that's a nipple
And if a n***a run up, I'ma pop him like a pimple
Get rich or die tryin', I'm feelin' like 50
Brand new chopper got double-D t**ties
N***a, don't play me, I don't get silly
Love all the beef like a Southwest Philly, yeah

Yeah, love all the beef like a Southwest Philly, yeah, ayy
Bet, love all the beef like a Southwest Philly

I might just OD, Percs killin' me slowly
Feelin' like I'm Kobe, can't nan' n***a hold me
If he wanna run up on me, shoot him like Ginobili
And I'm with the sh*t, lil' homie, yeah, like I'm Toby (Yeah)
And I'm with the sh*t, lil' homie, yeah, like I'm Toby, b*t*h (Yeah)
Finna ad-lib, keep all that (Like I'm Toby, yeah, yeah)
(Like a school shooter named Toby, yeah)
Keep all that, Tay, yeah (This sh*t straight drop, lil' n***a, no cut)
Ayy, Tay, keep all that, keep all that (Straight drop, lil' n***a, no cut)
Yeah, yeah

That N***a know you a B*t*h, a N***a get the f**k outta my way
I don't want nobody here, Why you actin' like a N***a b*t*h
Why you actin' like these n***as exist in my Muhf**kin' b*t*h
N***a Better stop Movin' My b*t*h, Better Start Movin' it fast
You Better start Movin' or get F**ked away
You better get the F**k Away from me, Get yo a** Hoe 'own
Lil' N***a Get yo a** down, I'm ol' menace
I don't want nobody, Why you lyin' to me
Why you lyin' to My Muhf**kin' Face, I'm the Real N***a that's it
Better stop Lyin' Before you get yo a** shot and dead, b*t*h

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