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Trap Files Lyrics

I was chillin n da hood should I say da Trap
n***** lookin 4 da work n know exactly where im at
Posted up im chillin stackin 2 da ceillin
Tryna figure out da fastest way grind up on a million
In a dope fein jacket she know dat im da man
Gotta in come tax check N she spent 3 grand
Keepa str8 shoota da gurl got it bad
Caught her n da backyard breakin down brillo pads
Dont be cursin at my grandma watch ya mufuckin mouth
See me n da street dont be c**in 2 her house
There go robin a** Carlos I pay him no mind
Last n**** tried 2 get shot his a** 4x
Keep my ears 2 da street heard thru da grapevine
Him and dem n***** steady runnin wit plottin on mine
Get how a live yea im ready 4 da static
50 round clip n its fully automatic
Fresh outta work so im baggin up mo'
Til' my lil cousin told me dat my p.o. at da doe
Aint dis boutta b****
Hit da corner burnin
Curfews at 9 n its only 7:30
So now im at my aunt's house I need 2 use da kitchen
No matta what I give her she be mufuckin trippin
She ask 4 800 hundred I gave her what I got
My s*** aint where I put who been f***** wit my pot?
She said nobody
I said I cant tell she said its over there witcha' bags an ya' scale Gotta H-Town plate first thing n da moanin'
Headed 2 his front doe b4 da n**** start yawnin'
Im talkin Trap files
Trap files
Im talkin trap files
Trap files
Im talkin trap files
I was cillin n da hood should I say da trap
n***** lookin 4 da work n kno exactly where im at
Posted up chillin stackin 2 da ceillin
Tryna figure out da fastest way grind up on a million
Heard dis n**** buyin' cars man dis mufucka krazi
All dis playin phone tag n**** f*** u pay me
Get smash like potatoes 4 thinkin s*** gravy
1 phone call il' have his whole body lazy
Plotican wit da hommies all convicted felons
Been 2 prison 6x n aint s*** dat u can tellem'
And he rite back at it
Touchdown n December n**** dam near folded still I had 2 gang member First a n**** skool dem
Den I roll da dice went I tell da folks s*** I need dem n my life
So now im pickin up my money
Tuck my pistol n my pants bet him 20/20 mo'
So I left it like a grand
Dope game b**** u can play if u wanna
Heard da feds s***** lil Tony dem' frum round da corner
Heard da n**** got caught wit 2 bricks and a lima
Even picked up his gurl n den they came n got his momma'
Gotta motor y tap shuda' heard it n his tone
Dis crack dummy a** n**** talkin reckless on da phone
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