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[Intro] Yeah yeah, all that The dumb way Dumb flow, whatever you want to call it, stupid Yeah [Chorus] Told Larry Live take me back to the trap I used to live in there Spent such and such on a whip it's coupe-ish I told the bitch get in there All white futon in the trap You can't even sit in there All blue-tipped bullets in the Glock They don't 'posed to be in there Drake, carbon, Dillingers Wrist cold, Frigidaire I whip the dope with silverware She gangster, woah, I'm feelin' her I got on flip flops and a Rollie I'm rocking rocks like Hova Heard you want war, I'm a soldier I'm at your door like Jehovah, yeah [Verse 1] I'm at your door like you owe me Might pimp a bitch like I'm Goldie Told that lil bitch you better act right You can get left like Ginobili Fuck nigga can never expose me I'm certified, niggas know me You pussy, you 12, you told it You say you know the grind, show me I'm in the trap with some Ferragamo house shoes A Glock, and a Rollie watch All I know is I'ma get me some extras If I scrape the bottom of the pot Hit from the back, watch her titties jiggle Rocks on like I fuck with Jigga Come around tryna steal the juice That's the reason I don't fuck with niggas These niggas they focus on this and that I was focused on how to get the pack in Kill a show then count the backend They say I left the streets, well I'm back then I'm getting money, how you ain't notice? How much you told, stop being owed Diamonds on me got frostbite What I'm sippin' on it get the cough right, ooh [Chorus] Told Larry Live take me back to the trap I used to live in there Spent such and such on a whip it's coupe-ish I told the bitch get in there All white futon in the trap You can't even sit in there All blue-tipped bullets in the Glock They don't 'posed to be in there Drake, carbon, Dillingers Wrist cold, Frigidaire I whip the dope with silverware She gangster, woah, I'm feelin' her I got on flip flops and a Rollie I'm rocking rocks like Hova Heard you want war, I'm a soldier I'm at your door like Jehovah, yeah [Verse 2] I'm kicking P like I'm old school With a bitch from my old school Spittin' facts on the Pro Tools You don't know shit, I can coach you Four handguns, two dracos with me And it's a brick in here On the E-Way headed to the destination Ridin' dirty like Chamillionaire I'm everywhere, and you never there You ain't who you say you is I'm on plenty drank and a lot of pills I don't even know how to feel You don't feed your team, nigga how you real? I just want to know that Everywhere I go they like there he go I'm feeling like Kodak I'm smashin' a bitch on a stove in the traphouse I don't trust her so my strap out I'm extra cautious when I'm fuckin' her with a rubber on, still I pull out Yeah I'm that nigga where I'm from Pull up right now, still bring the hood out Real nigga, I stand out You a broke nigga looking for handouts [Chorus] Told Larry Live take me back to the trap I used to live in there Spent such and such on a whip it's coupe-ish I told the bitch get in there All white futon in the trap You can't even sit in there All blue-tipped bullets in the Glock They don't 'posed to be in there Drake, carbon, Dillingers Wrist cold, Frigidaire I whip the dope with silverware She gangster, woah, I'm feelin' her I got on flip flops and a Rollie I'm rocking rocks like Hova Heard you want war, I'm a soldier I'm at your door like Jehovah, yeah
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