yea yea - trap nav lyrics
[intro: trap nav]
(sega! fedia)
ayy, ayy
i’on even know what im doin here but i’ma make this sh*t fire
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[chorus: trap nav]
yeah, ayy, i hop in the metro, i take yo’ girl, even though i met her
yeah, yeah, you think you better? i tote my guns, yeah, my berettas
stare at the drip to long, it’ll make you blind, yeah, f*ck up ya mental
huh, what? f*ck up ya mental
huh, what? f*ck up ya mental
ya dig? ayy (uh*huh)
this .32 barkin’, it ain’t leavin’ no trace
yeah, yeah, 12 on me, yeah, i do the dash, yеah, i do the race
hoodie on mе, i get energetic
too fly, we sendin’ a message (yeah, yeah)
too bad, we up the percentage (yeah, yeah, yeah)
we crips do it better, yeah, we got the advantage (let’s go)
like, like, too tact
n*ggas got guns, but don’t shoot back
like, like, who that?
if he makin’ a move, don’t look back
f*ck it, i’ma ride the beat (yeah, yeah, yeah)
n*ggas wanna try and bring the heat
uh, like, what beef? uh, like, what beef? (woo!)
[chorus: trap nav]
yeah, ayy, i hop in the metro, i take yo’ girl, even though i met her
yeah, ayy, you think you better? i tote my guns, yeah, my berettas
stare at the drip to long, it’ll make you blind, yeah, f*ck up your mental
huh, what? f*ck up ya mental
huh, what? f*ck up ya mental
[verse 2: trey kidd]
walkin’ ’round with a, uh, yeah
walkin’ ’round with a muhf*ckin’, uh
walkin’ ’round with a muhf*ckin’, uh
walkin’ ’round with a muhf*ckin’ gun
that chopper gon’ eat up that boy up for lunch
i pull out that glock, and that boy started to run
i’m shootin’ these n*ggas up, yeah, for fun
huh, slidin’ in yo’ section, uh, pull up with that weapon
uh, it’s gonna get sketchy, uh, yeah, gon’ get sketchy
got yo’ girl now, she gon’ bless me, huh, these n*ggas try to test me
yeah, these n*ggas try to stress me, i got my glock and they ain’t ready
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah, you finna lose, my boy
shawty keep playin’ wit’ me like a toy
if you f*ckin’ with treyway, make some noise
[chorus: trap nav]
yeah, ayy, i hop in the metro, i take yo’ girl, even though i met her
yeah, ayy, you think you better? i tote my guns, yeah, my berettas
stare at the drip to long, it’ll make you blind, yeah, f*ck up ya mental
huh, what? f*ck up ya mental
huh, what? f*ck up ya mental
yeah, ayy, i hop in the metro, i take yo’ girl, even though i met her
yeah, ayy, you think you better? i tote my guns, yeah, my berettas
stare at the drip to long, it’ll make you blind, yeah, f*ck up ya mental
huh, what? f*ck up ya mental
huh, what? f*ck up ya mental
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