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Correct Trapping Ain’t Dead Lyrics
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[Intro] Yeah Who made this beat? Twysted Genius, baby Yeah [Verse 1] Six o'clock in the morning, nigga still gettin’ it on Love for the crack smoke, dope got the fiends [?] I been trappin' all damn night, not a cut in sight Down to my last two bricks, but we gon' be alright Water whip everything, I been sellin’ chicken wings Loot in the cut, you know we keep that blicky thang Bowen Homes to the death of me, and that's on everything P.F.K. is still the gang, we hit ya like ya hurricane Took over Ocean Drive, Lil One had that bitch live Troy had the other side, sold the chicken like its Popeyes Bend the fork with the right, left lean the pot with the left Add a little cold water, straight glass, I just blessed you [Chorus] Trappin' ain't dead, they scared, don't know what they talkin' 'bout My dawg doin' the fed, hold yeah, just know that you comin’ out Addies got me real geeked, havin’ long nights, dawg Twelve hit the block tryna chase some but we still gettin' loads And my man called, said he got another load in Whip a Rollie out the pot in a two-door Benz Baking soda been my dawg, nigga, fuck a friend And two Glock 30 on my car, them bitches twins [Verse 2] Cameras all on my spot, smooth, watchin’ for the cops Ridin' round, serving everybody, you know how we rock Never lay where you put the work at Them robbers try and merc that I been geekin' all day, where the Percs at? Yeah, I'm only stating facts and whats real Got my mama outta tears from me sellin’ all them [?] And I ain't open the whole thing since '14 Got my niggas off the floor for me, sellin' all this blow [Chorus] Trappin' ain't dead, they scared, don't know what they talkin' 'bout My dawg doin' the fed, hold yeah, just know that you comin' out Addies got me real geeked, havin' long nights, dawg Twelve hit the block tryna shake some but we still gettin' loads And my man called, said he got another load in Whip a Rollie out the pot in a two-door Benz Baking soda been my dawg, nigga, fuck a friend And two Glock 30 on my car, them bitches twins
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