traplord free5tyle - patxhouliii lyrics
[intro]
b*tch
9ensokyo
gfelds on the beat
big patxhy sosa, n*gga, i’m so icy
shoutout remi bandxz
this is cirno and you’re f*ckin’ with 9ensokyo
b*tch
[verse]
i’m like f*ck this rap sh*t, i got pounds in the attic
aka big patxhy sosa, i be trappin’
you can just call me mrs. gucci bag, b*tch
walk up in the spot, i got pounds in the back, b*tch
and i got the bricks, n*gga, and i got the pills
i got glocks for you b*tches actin’ hot, better chill
‘fore you catch a f*ckin’ bullet in yo’ mothaf*ckin’ grill
gotta keep this sh*t real, i don’t care ’bout how you feel
ridin’ ’round yo’ side of town (real trap sh*t)
guarantee i see you, n*gga, you gon’ get gunned down
’cause i ain’t f*ckin’ ’round
i got fifty rounds, hundred rounds, why you duckin’ now?
actin’ like a b*tch, you don’t wanna hear that drum sound
guarantee, n*gga, you gon’ die (what, you ain’t know?)
send that p*ssy n*gga straight to the sky
i’m a real ass k!lla, b*tch, don’t get divided
my money multiplyin’ while you n*ggas lyin’
in yo’ mothaf*ckin’ grave
and me and all my n*ggas, yeah, we f*ckin’ gеttin’ paid
and i got 9ensokyo shootas on payroll
they gon’ do just what i say so
so you bettеr lay low
yeah, i count that f*ckin’ queso, n*gga (trapaholics mixtapes)
’cause i could never be broke
b*tch ass n*gga, yeah, we just treat you like a joke
young patxhy sosa, i’ma light yo’ block up
n*gga talkin’ down, then he gon’ get shot up
why you wanna act like i ain’t with the sh*ts?
i’ma ride ’round with the stick
b*tch, you gon’ get hit
and yo’ n*gga really want me to f*ckin’ send a fl!ck
but i’d rather send them bullets
slide on me, b*tch, no you wouldn’t
guarantee that you couldn’t
’cause my n*ggas, they gon’ stop you in yo’ tracks, b*tch
and i’m finna put 9ensokyo on the map, b*tch
choppa have a n*gga straight runnin’ f*ckin’ laps, b*tch
n*gga, you was never in no f*ckin’ trap, b*tch (d*mn, son)
[outro]
d*mn
i got tin, n*gga, f*ck the rap game, i’m in the f*ckin’ trap, n*gga
only got on this beat ’cause remi bandxz said i need to get on the mic
i really be sendin’ pounds, n*gga, f*ck y’all b*tch ass n*ggas
you pull up to 9ensokyo, you gon’ f*ckin’ die, that’s my word, n*gga
send a fireball to yo’ b*tch ass
i’m on my brick squad sh*t
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