Trap Shit
• Written by KingTrap
im back with that trap shit,
coughin up black when i spit,
buildup of tar in my lungs,
to many pops that must be it,
flow is sick,
imma hit em with this,
the pistol in my strap,
i wont shoot you ill pistol whip your ass,
smoke a pound of grass,
eyes are barely open,
chillin in marijuana smog,
bitch enugh with the excuses,
imma cut you off,
looks like you just got layed off,
your fired,
im sittin here getting higher,
im flyer,
strangle you with the telephone wire,
nigga im on fire,
nigga tripped on the trip wire,
i think its time for you to retire,
old ass washed up,
your a guff,
young squad here to take over the trap game,
only 17, got mad bars,
superstars of this shit,
smokin cigars,
with my bitch staring at the stars,
i kinda love her though,
smoke so much weed lamar was mistaken for marley,
smash the atari,
hop in the ferrari,
going 140 bout to pop a molly,
no stress,
coming off the high kinda depressed,
fuck the depressed shit,
its now repressed,
kingtrap here to complete the conquest,
squad were the best,
sayin peace out to the rest,
fuck off
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KingTrap
Member since May 26 2014