Traplanta

Lil Keed

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    (Deskhop make it drop, yeah)
    (Oh Lord, Jetson made another one)

    I fuck up the money counter
    Fuck on that ho, then give her right back, I ain't got no manners
    We pull up with chops, then chop the block, I bet they light candles
    95 with Gucci socks, I'm drippin' in Traplanta
    Post on the block with a big Glock, yeah, we in Traplanta
    Watch what you do and watch what you say when you in Traplanta
    Boy, we gettin' paid, I'm servin' them J's, boy, in Traplanta
    We gettin' paid, homie, we ain't gettin' laid, homie

    I'm with real right homies who ain't gon' change on me
    I got real shooters, won't say no names, homie
    I know a real bully, you can't tame homie
    In a NASCAR, fast car, that's a Trackhawk
    Vibed out with nothin' but broads (Hoo)
    Goddamn, broke the money counter (Hoo)
    Goin' in, we don't care 'bout cameras (Hoo)
    He get that dope back, call him Arm & Hammer (Hoo)
    Shit, that's all I'm sayin'
    I'm signin' all the deals, nigga, I don't even want the plan
    Have you ever seen that molly color khaki pants?
    Keep on playin', I bet your brother be dyin' in your hands
    I'm with DYN abusin' all the Xans

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    I fuck up the money counter
    Fuck on that ho, then give her right back, I ain't got no manners
    We pull up with chops, then chop the block, I bet they light candles
    95 with Gucci socks, I'm drippin' in Traplanta
    Post on the block with a big Glock, yeah, we in Traplanta
    Watch what you do and watch what you say when you in Traplanta
    Boy, we gettin' paid, I'm servin' them J's, boy, in Traplanta
    We gettin' paid, homie, we ain't gettin' laid, homie

    Traphouse
    Fuck this shit, I'm ridin' in a Trackhawk
    My mama askin' for it, so I tear it off
    Get what she want, it don't matter (Woo)
    On the stove, remixin' a brick, tricks of Benihana
    I ain't even gotta trick the bitch no more, got too many hundreds
    If he ever play with the racks, yeah, he gotta be a dummy
    Yeah, I know my folks gon' tax 'em, so I load up my lumber
    Yeah, I'm in Traplanta
    Yeah, we pour some many fours in the fuckin' Fanta
    Boy, I know you fuckin' told, though, I cannot stand ya
    So you better watch 'fore you trust a nigga in Traplanta
    Fuck your ho, we don't lust, nigga, in Traplanta

    I fuck up the money counter (Slimeball)
    Fuck on that ho, then give her right back, I ain't got no manners
    We pull up with chops, then chop the block, I bet they light candles
    95 with Gucci socks, I'm drippin' in Traplanta
    Post on the block with a big Glock, yeah, we in Traplanta
    Watch what you do and watch what you say when you in Traplanta
    Boy, we gettin' paid, I'm servin' them J's, boy, in Traplanta
    We gettin' paid, homie, we ain't gettin' laid, homie

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