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Trapper's Anthem

 

Trapper's Anthem


This one's for all my trappers
If you get money, this one's for you

Whatchu know bout busting down a bag?
Gucci do-rag, and my tracksuit black
Might blow some stacks, say "Fuck it" by the rack
Straps go clack, need cheese with the mac
Whatchu know bout busting down a bag?
Gucci do-rag, and my tracksuit black
Might blow some stacks, say "Fuck it" by the rack
Straps go clack, need cheese with the mac, ayy

With the mac, cheese with the mac
Shawty all up on me, so I told her "Back, back"
Back, back, cop another pack
Bout to break it down, plug the whole cul-de-sac, ayy
Cul-de-sac get a quarter, run it back
We don't never slack, and we don't never lack
Suite Life, no Cody, no Zack
Pull up talking smack in your whip, get jacked
Credit cards, they cracked, and bank accounts, they hacked
I started in the shack, out the back I used to trap
And now I'm in the mansion, diamonds on me dancing
Projects I'm financing, I got it no advancing

Whatchu know bout busting down a bag?
Gucci do-rag, and my tracksuit black
Might blow some stacks, say "Fuck it" by the rack
Straps go clack, need cheese with the mac
Whatchu know bout busting down a bag?
Gucci do-rag, and my tracksuit black
Might blow some stacks, say "Fuck it" by the rack
Straps go clack, need cheese with the mac

Hit that big lick, hit that big lick
Hit my line if you need to couple zip, zips
I'm stacking big chips, money I just flip, flip
Hypebeast and haute CDG on the grip, grip
Wrist just drip, drip, jeans they be ripped, ripped
My life a movie, damn, I love the script, script
Exotic cars I whip, whip, exotic packs I ship, ship
Here's a tip, tip, don't let 'em catch you slip, slip
Not everyone gon' get this, that's okay
This one's for the trappers, if you winning, say "Ayy"
Not everyone gon' get this, that's okay
This one's for the trappers, if you winning, say "Ayy"

Whatchu know bout busting down a bag?
Gucci do-rag, and my tracksuit black
Might blow some stacks, say "Fuck it" by the rack
Straps go clack, need cheese with the mac
Whatchu know bout busting down a bag?
Gucci do-rag, and my tracksuit black
Might blow some stacks, say "Fuck it" by the rack
Straps go clack, need cheese with the mac, ayy

Cheese with the mac
I said cheese with the mac
Cheese with the mac
I said cheese with the mac
Bow, bow, bow

feito

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