| Burglar bar doors on a brick house
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| All the shit I’ve sold, I should be in a big house
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| Don’t I put you in the mind of a trapper?
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| Don’t I put you in the mind of a trapper?
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| Dropped out of school, said, «Fuck class, how much a split cost?»
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| Give me sixth cost and a how much a brick cost?
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| Don’t I put you in the mind of a trapper?
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| Don’t I put you in the mind of a trapper?
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| They say never say never
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| But I never told, never fold
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| Never lie to these niggas
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| If I said best believe I either been around, seen it, or done it
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| So believe me when I say you don’t want it
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| Just being honest, one of the realest that done it
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| Got these streets now, mission accomplished
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| Cars, clothes, dope, bitches, and money
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| Thousand grand around my neck, solid gold medallions
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| Don’t I put you in the mind of a trapper?
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| First of the month, trap jumping like it’s Kris Kross
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| The first time I hit the road, I took a big loss
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| And it wasn’t even my dope, I just had big balls
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| I swear I thought a nigga told, I was like shit, dawg
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| Lost everything I had, down on my dick, dawg
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| Bought a like Vic
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| Small thing to a giant, I’m a big dog
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| And if I’m lying, shh, my momma a bitch, yo
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| I’ve been trapping
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| I’ve been trapping, trapping
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| I’ve been trapping, trapping
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| Told Doe to give me twenty minutes
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| He say that what happened
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| I’ve been smoking, police pull up on me
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| They going to snatch it, snatch it
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| They go from thirty through your piece
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| Don’t I put you in the mind of a trapper?
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| 'Migos in the pack, we bust it out the wrapper
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| Real street nigga, I am not an actor
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| I hear you nigga hate but you are not a factor
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| You smell that? |
| We sell that
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| Doe B, where the scale at?
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| I ain’t talking tacos, when I ask you where them bales at
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| Super gnawed in the kitchen, whipping three stoves
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| All the clientele got me working three phones |