| On God
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Who let them hoes in the trap?
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| Yeah, yeah
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| It’s too many bows in the trap
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| Yeah, yeah
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| I got that gas, if you want a bag, pull up at the Texaco
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| And I had to check a ho
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| If I pull up late, I’ma serve a lil' extra more
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| Glock on my right, chop on the shelf
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| Smokin' Cookie, tryna clear up the air
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| Mama all mad, I’ma throw her some money
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| I fix up her hair for them times we was bummy
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| I used to be dummy (Yeah, yeah)
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| If it was a lick, I was on it (On God)
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| You got it, lil' brother, now want it
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| Glock 23 on my hip, never lonely
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| We smokin' that pressure and making our next move
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| I stay having hoes in the next room
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| She tripping, she just want attention
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| The bitch never got it 'cause she never listened
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| The other one straight but the other one bad
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| She got a mouth and she makin' me mad
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| So many racks, had to buy me a new stash
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| Now look, this ho talkin' 'bout a new bag
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| Raised in the trap, I don’t care 'bout no drip
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| When I’m not rappin', I’m back in the bricks
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| Shoppers up late, boy, you bound to get slid
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| They said they want smoke, I extended the clip
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| It’s really hectic, don’t come to my section
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| Everybody young and we clutchin' a weapon
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| Get a lil' money, then niggas start flexin'
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| You ain’t no trapper, go get a profession
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| Who let them hoes in the trap? |
| (On God)
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| The fuck out the spot, what is you doin'?
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| It’s too many bows in the trap (Fuck)
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| Break that shit down, get that shit movin'
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| It’s really hectic, don’t come to my section
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| Everybody young and we clutchin' a weapon
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| Get a lil' money, then niggas start flexin'
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| You ain’t no trapper, go get a profession
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| Who let them hoes in the trap? |
| (Huh?)
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| The fuck out the spot, what is you doin'?
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| It’s too many bows in the trap (Get 'em gone)
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| Break that shit down, get that shit movin'
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| He said he need what and he need it by when?
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| It’s a bet, nigga, meet at the Chevron
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| My bitch in the car, it’s a mug on her face
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| She just mad 'cause I won’t get her hair done
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| And if you want smoke, it’s whatever you wanna do
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| And you knowin' what we on
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| I told my lil' partner I’m lovin' that chopper sound
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| I should make it my ringtone
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| I’m the same nigga that didn’t have nothin'
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| I was walkin', sleepin' in the street
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| I’m the same nigga with the Pumas on
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| Now I keep the latest on my feet
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| I’m the same nigga had to rob for a re-up
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| And now I’m chilling with my feet up
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| I’m the same nigga with the same team
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| GMF, nigga, no, we can’t team up
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| I just came back off the block and I got it, yeah
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| Look at this shit in my pocket
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| Them niggas gon' hate on a nigga
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| The way that I’m takin' off just like a rocket
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| If it ain’t 'bout no money, then stop it
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| Take a break, I’ma switch up the topic
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| Lil' shawty just wanted to fuck
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| So we did, and I beat that bitch leg out the socket
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| It’s really hectic, don’t come to my section
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| Everybody young and we clutchin' a weapon
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| Get a lil' money, then niggas start flexin'
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| You ain’t no trapper, go get a profession
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| Who let them hoes in the trap? |
| (On God)
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| The fuck out the spot, what is you doin'?
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| It’s too many bows in the trap (Fuck)
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| Break that shit down, get that shit movin'
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| It’s really hectic, don’t come to my section
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| Everybody young and we clutchin' a weapon
|
| Get a lil' money, then niggas start flexin'
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| You ain’t no trapper, go get a profession
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| Who let them hoes in the trap? |
| (On God)
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| The fuck out the spot, what is you doin'?
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| It’s too many bows in the trap (I swear)
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| Break that shit down, get that shit movin' |