Trap Poetry

(album: Sorry 4 Da Flex 3 - 2022)

Bih, bih
(I love this shit Nino)
Bih
(BassKids on the beat)
Uh, uhm, I ain't really gon' say much
I was on this drank
I'm on this drank
K-Preme

I don't really care if you ain't feeling me
None of these niggas is kin to me
I'm balling in the game, these niggas in little league
I fuck her so good, I know she gon' remember me
I'm getting that money, that's my number one tendency
These niggas and bitches move foul, that's a penalty
I count up the money thinking what did it
I count up the money thinking what did it do to me?
I gotta' move tac, I can't be moving foolishly
I'm one of a kind, it ain't never gon' be two of me
I speak all over the beat so fluently
Making the stick sing like Jodeci
I hop on the beat and I speak trap poetry
K-Preme nigga, K-Preme nigga

I don't really care if you ain't feeling me
None of these niggas is kin to me
I'm balling in the game, these niggas in little league
I fuck her so good, I know she gon' remember me
I'm getting that money, that's my number one tendency
These niggas and bitches move foul, that's a penalty
I count up the money thinking what did it
I count up the money thinking what did it do to me?
I gotta' move tac, I can't be moving foolishly
I'm one of a kind, it ain't never gon' be two of me
I speak all over the beat so fluently
Making the stick sing like Jodeci
I hop on the beat and I speak trap poetry

You only got one chance so you gotta' live life
Every day I be taking chances, rolling the dice
If I could buy the shit once, I could buy the shit twice
How you ain't put in no work but still want a whole slice?
These niggas will backstab me with a knife
I walk in the spot so cold, just look at my ice
My shooter got good aim, he is very precise
I'm smoking on Shark, this shit got me [?]
How me and my dog fall off about nothing? I thought we was tight
[?] I'ma count up the money, I'ma pour up a drank, I'ma be alright

I don't really care if you ain't feeling me
None of these niggas is kin to me
I'm balling in the game, these niggas in little league
I fuck her so good, I know she gon' remember me
I'm getting that money, that's my number one tendency
These niggas and bitches move foul, that's a penalty
I count up the money thinking what did it
I count up the money thinking what did it do to me?
I gotta' move tac, I can't be moving foolishly
I'm one of a kind, it ain't never gon' be two of me
I speak all over the beat so fluently
Making the stick sing like Jodeci
I hop on the beat and I speak trap poetry