[Trill Sammy]
Don't trap where you stay, don't do it. (x2)
Don't trap where you stay. (x5)
Don't trap where you stay, don't do it. (x2)
Don't trap where you stay
Don't trap where you stay, don't do it
[Trill Sammy]
Call up the plug and we meet at the store
Get low on lean and I'm leanin some more
Fork it go boom and I need me a 4
You know it's a go
Let's meet at the store
I need me some money, I feel like a fiend
I'm chasing that check and I'm tryna go dream
These bitches is calling I treat 'em so mean
I only talk money I'm friendly with these
My white Bitches love me I drive all they Bentleys
I rarely stay coasting I'm tucking the semi
Trap houses be jumping I'm thinking I'm Jordan
This whip is imported, I love all these foreigns
They hate when I'm sipping, 40 got a lip, and he shoulda been dead, got one in the head
Bitches love talking, so that's enough said
Wait let's get this understood
Bitches acting Hollywood
Bitch yo pussy not the good
Famous for you feeling special
Couldn't fit you on my schedule
Pimping Bitches I got several
And they let me drive they cars
Pimping got me living large
What I'm smoking on, got me chilling in the stars
I just popped a bar
Need another guard
School gearing me
Scooped up out the mall
Fuck my P.O. I can't stay in my home
You carry no money, but swear that you grown
You need a PT just call up my phone
Just call up my phone
Just call up my phone
If I don't answer just leave me a message
Don't send no picture, Don't ask me no questions
Them oppas be watching they'll come any second
Ay Ay Ay Ay
Ay, Ay
Gang, Gang
Skrrt
Gang
Woo Woo
[Trill Sammy]
Don't trap where you stay (x2)
Gang Gang Gang Gang
[ Trill Sammy]
How you trappin but you broke?
I swear you niggas is a joke
Passing me that double seal
We wired the Fuck up on popping pills
I just wanna touch a mill
I'm balling hard just like O'Neal
I'm balling hard just like O'Neal?
Make me wanna join the Lakers
Come and find you just like taken
93 up in my swisher
Now she wanna take a picture
Stay in your lane cause my niggas come get ya
My niggas come get ya
My niggas is drillers, they hang with them killers
Put dick in his sister
I bet he gon feel us
Try me this summer
You missing by Christmas
I'm whipping the Bobby and whipping the Whitney
There's blood in my kidneys
This gas in my blunt, I'm smoking on trees
I'm choking can't breathe
Guess who's at the door
Nah Fuck it and leave
Stop fucking with me
You niggas is lame, ain't no one to blame
This shit is insane
Don't carry no change
Don't trap where you stay
Run in where you lay
(BANG)
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