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$80 za pack - stanwill lyrics

[intro]
(f*ck the fire, we got grease)

[verse 1: certified trapper]
eighty*dollar za pack, so you know my p*ss dirty
walk a n*gga down, yeah, i do it like he deserve it
b*tch, my pockets stay fat and i might just have a cool thirty (ooh, it’s bluestrip, baby)
try to pull a tec, i’ma hit you with a james worthy
popped him in his head and that n*gga had brain surgery

[verse 2: stanwill]
sh*t, hold up, certified, huh
i’m with certified, but i can’t trap a ho
the trap like walking dead, got zombies at the door
soda black, the cartis white, no, i don’t segregate
i was swipin’, bro was trappin’ out the section 8
i can teach the method, b*tch, i made a dub in seven states
only thing i know is gas, i’m gon’ neglеct the brakes

[verse 3: certified trapper]
b*tch, my split was thirty*five hundrеd, get your ass a cape
get up in the car, smack ten all up in her face
drop a deuce of codeine, purple soda in the lemonade
i’m just gettin’ money, i ain’t in this sh*t to get no fame

[verse 4: stanwill]
how you gettin’ money, but you workin’, tryna get a raise?
hundred in the arp, b*tch, i can spin for days
chicken on his top, my hitter eat him like he chic*fil*a
unky play with pedigree, he think he triple h
the sneakers triple s
let her try to set the play, gon’ lay your b*tch to rest
t*shirt with an x
target practice with the f&n, i bet we get ’em stretched
[verse 5: certified trapper & stanwill]
sleeping bag up on the arp, we layin’ sh*t to rest
water on my neck, they skinny*dippin’, b*tches gettin’ wet
water on my sh*t, got me lookin’ like i skinny*dip
kitty ‘cat or better, i can’t pull up in no hemi sh*t
burberry, palm angels, b*tch, how i did the drip
.308’ll knock his socket loose, i hit him in his hip
if you wanna catch that play, then you gon’ have to set that pick
brodie like a center, he could teach you how to catch a brick

[verse 6: certified trapper]
sun beamin’ on my lenses, my sh*t shining
it’s a bird in the kitchen and it ain’t fryin’
what’s the word? call a plug with the perfect timing
get it one way or another, you don’t gotta like it

[verse 7: stanwill]
bro gon’ spike the pop with wocky, he ain’t sippin’ regular
pull up politickin’ for his mans, we hit the messenger
he know i hit his b*tch, he didn’t question her
tried to give me all her heart, but i’m just gettin’ head from her
she a stupid ho
tryna duck the beef, i bet i catch ’em like i’m julio
i keep a tooly on
i’m netflix and chillin’ with your b*tch, ain’t cut no movie on

- stanwill lyrics

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