| Traphouse Mob
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| Woo, woo, woo, woo (Grrt)
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| Swirv
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| Ha-ha-ha-ha (Lose my fucking mind)
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| Grrt, pah
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| Woo
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| I don’t got time for no minimum wage (Uh)
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| It’s 50k to go on stage (Hahahaha)
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| Woo, woo, woo
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| I don’t got time for no minimum wage
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| It’s 50k to go on stage
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| Woo, woo, woo
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| Look, I pop a perc' for dinner, woo
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| Sinner, winner
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| Pop Smoke drillin'
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| I do a drill in the Wraith
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| I could drive you with the apes
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| Here goes the shots where you lay
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| An' I’mma pull up with the gang (Brrt)
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| HK, SK, Trap Manny, let it spray
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| I’m tryna put 'em in the grave (Sheesh)
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| Can’t be workin' no minimum wage (Nah)
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| Bitch, Trap Manny is my name
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| Is gon' be a man down an' that’s on the set
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| Glock 9 Infrared
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| You better run when you see Dread
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| 'Cause boy aimin' for your head
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| Know how we puttin' a panic
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| Aimin for ya (Pah)
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| Boy aimin' for your brain
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| Know we do it for the gang
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| HB, Flossy
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| 'Cause a opp doing
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| And I still got the
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| Opp still runnin' like Ricky
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| 'Cause
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| free my nigga Pop Smoke
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| And get a hole in your chest
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| And I’m up at CCK
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| EBK, EBK (Sheesh)
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| Fry that nigga, fish fillet
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| I’m known for puttin' in panic
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| And spinin' in the Wraith (Uh)
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| While I’m chillin' with yo' bae
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| You wifin' a thot and I’m fuckin' her friends
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| Nigga try me he gon end up running from me
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| Try me, scammin', bitch, it’s Pop Smoke, Trap Manny
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| That big .38 on me ain’t jammin'
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| If you ain’t checking Woo, then get out the wave
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| If you ain’t checking HB, get out the wave
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| If you ain’t checking Pop, then get out the wave
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| If you ain’t checking Trap, then get out the wave
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| Hit the boy up, then fly to LA
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| Woo, ayy, ayy
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| Know how we duckin' the jakes
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| And if you tryna hide, we found were you stay
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| Waitin' for ya
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| Pop out and get popped in the face
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| I tote big .38
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| Aimin', blowin'
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| Six shots it disfigures his face (sheesh)
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| Bullets rainin', it’s snowin'
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| watch what I say, huh
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| Raf Simmons, transformin', yeah
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| I’mma hit 'em up an' they gon' fly to LA (Bow) |