Lyrics

One for the trap 2 for a stack For the 3rd time I ain't got cash app 4 freaky hoes cause 1 came back 5 Bands a get cha ass wacked Davo Boomarang wit the pack I can throw it and get it right back Nigga I know you paid for them views Nigga you know you ain't fresh in them shoes How the hell you get robbed wit a gun How the hell you get robbed for a gun Lame ass nigga just trappin for fun Boy you a pussy, I feel sorry for ya son Master P kush make ya say unh Lumberjack wood look like a thumb Standing on the couch in the club I on't want the slut cuz she a bug Don't worry about me, unless I'm drunk What the word folk, where ya at Niggas hiding like they lost a bet I ain't mobile yet cuz I'm stack'n for jet If You a Indianamal... Ima send ya to the vet Michael Myers when it come to dat money bag Once you leave the trap you can't get ya money back Qp sittin in my book bag Any nigga shoot ima bust back Davo Boomin got the good kush pack If it don't get you high you prolly do crack Just cop some woods ran threw the whole pack Smoke'n on a roach yea you can take this hoe back My bitch bad she make me look better My bitch bad I just look at her Yea I keep her covered like a good sweater
Writer(s): David Bowman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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