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Traplete


(Neco 'bout to shoot y'all)
Man, I just keep snapping for real
No bullshit, niggas just not putting in no effort no more

Run to the guap but I'm not no athlete
Bitch, I'm a traplete (Trap)
Ride with that K in the backseat
You need four grams just to match me (Four grams)
200 on my dash, you can't get pass me (Skrrt skrrt)
You ask where I'm at, bitch, I'm where the cash be
If I don't know you, nigga, can't dap me (Uh-uh)
Having too much finesse, you can't cap me
I ride around town with the strap in my lap B
I'm really getting this money, can't entertain rap beef
These bitches want date but won't at me
I got a shooter right there with a AR-15
Your bitch gon' eat up the dick if I give her a bean
What you spent on your rent, I just spent on my lean (Lean)
What you spent on your car, I just bust down my ring
I got them racks poking out of my jeans (Racks)

These hoes local but they act global
You wanna run up your guap? Let me coach you
I'm stuck in the trap, they want me to go commercial
New Louis V on my back and it's made by Virgil
I'm keeping you squares out my circle
I freestyle my shit, ain't no time for rehearsal
I flex on my ex, she mad, it's hurtful
I got a eight of that red and a pint of that purple (Drank)
Too geeked up, I feel like I'm Steve Urkle (Geeked up)
Ten thou' on a fit, now I drip like a surfer
He think he a boss but he move like a worker
This bitch say she over me but she a lurker (Yeah)

Run to the guap but I'm not no athlete
Bitch, I'm a traplete (Trap)
Ride with that K in the backseat
You need four grams just to match me (Four grams)
200 on my dash, you can't get pass me (Skrrt skrrt)
You ask where I'm at, bitch, I'm where the cash be
If I don't know you, nigga, can't dap me (Uh-uh)
Having too much finesse, you can't cap me
I ride around town with the strap in my lap B
I'm really getting this money, can't entertain rap beef
These bitches want date but won't at me
I got a shooter right there with a AR-15
Your bitch gon' eat up the dick if I give her a bean
What you spent on your rent, I just spent on my lean (Lean)
What you spent on your car, I just bust down my ring
I got them racks poking out of my jeans (Racks)

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