Fucking with D' Trap
• Written by JKOLS
Walking down the streets we dont give no fucks.
Yeah walking down the street with our pistols up
Guns in the air, beware angels dust, we already know they dont aim at us.
(chuckle) You think you safe cause in god you trust, well fuck nigga them angels
bluffed. To be fare you can get 1 block, start. little advice hit them fences and
dont get stuck. Smoking icky, with my young nigga sticky, we inhale the best bud
Yeah best believe thug, yeah best believe we a
proud ass family. Ride together, die together rob a store, stomp the clerk
be like bitch where the cameras be. Im famished. where the fucking OE.
Then I strole out I aint tryna run, cause im a quadruple OG. You dont know me
approach with caution, a hard head makes for soft ass to get shot in. Remember
that. 45's make tuff guys freeze December that. We really bout this shit
nigga you a swanging rental lack. One dream for the team to see 1 million racks.
Dont matter what color ya skin is, soul gotta be black. To make it in the game
yall call rap. Seen alot of real nigga die fucking with the trap. Fucking with the
trap. fucking with the trap. Seen alot of real nigga die fucking with the trap.
And it's sad, got caught up
fucking with the trap. load the clip then aim for his back. Let it off blaaaaat,
the end of that, you dumb boy, mama never told dont fuck with guns boy,
you'll get your self killed, and not self inflicted, pop out sun roof while u chilling
and make you shit bitch.
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JKOLS
Member since June 13 2014