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[Chorus: Trouble] Could nap, but I want that Range Rover Shit in the hood, shit in the back I get them Ms, I get them Ms Got the tech, what you doin, fuck the red one We from the trentches, from the streets Trap trap, trap trap You don't know what it like here This shit come with a strap Pull up on the police, they goin to tap [Verse 1: Spodee] I’m gettin 25 hundred for a walkthrough I cannot turn up on those, what you thought, fool The new chopper what I need, I bought 2 Too many niggas had the hoe, I could've bought you I keep the 56 I could not get a ride You can't see me trippin off the Hennessy You ain’t got no one inside, I pray for the cases I caught, nigga Them other cases I ride I been gettin money so much, I drop the top on the car cause I want it Two blunts sweating when we do this shit Just left the dealership I ain't bout to sign them papers, na Imma get it on my own risk I remember being homeless Now the only fish I eat boneless [Chorus: Trouble] Could nap, but I want that Range Rover Shit in the hood, shit in the back I get them Ms, I get them Ms Got the tech, what you doin, fuck the red one We from the trentches, from the streets Trap trap, trap trap You don't know what it like here This shit come with a strap Pull up on the police, they goin to tap [Verse 2: Trouble] Say you fuckin with tap, got some real niggas with me, for a long time Toat the Russian, I don't fuck unless you hold down a goldmine You niggas too extra, I know they ain't bout to bust shit Close my eyes, and say a prayer quick A Town, and I get a lot of licks Say yes to the moddles, the motto this Pussy nigga playin games I don't give fuck bout no damb crimes That's some shit you would die for Shit that you won't fight bout Double barol, then your eyes out Fuck ya’ll, then we ride out Fuck good, then drive out You really tryna test a damb hustler We had all your shit on the camquarter She throw that pussy when her man gone Hundred bands, and I get it All she needed was a hundred seconds [Chorus: Trouble] Could nap, but I want that Range Rover Shit in the hood, shit in the back I get them Ms, I get them Ms Got the tech, what you doin, fuck the red one We from the trentches, from the streets Trap trap, trap trap You don’t know what it like here This shit come with a strap Pull up on the police, they goin to tap
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