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Spodee – Trap Trap Lyrics

[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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