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gang compilation - trapboy freddy lyrics

verse 1:
pu*pull up
poppin my sh*t in la
backwoods 3*5 rollin that gas
back sellin dope i done f*cked up a bag
4500 still cut off the tags
10 thousand cash make the young n*gga crash
catch that boy out we gon pop on his ass

verse 2:
catch that boy out imma slide like an uber
i f*ck with the shooters i pop at (?)
mind on the money i cut up the onions
straight out the trenches i come from the dungeon
verse 3:
glock .17 gon give him the blues
14 when i first made the news
jumped out the porch yea i had to go get it
ain’t tryna be stuck in the trenches
runnin that bag imma drop bout 60
tell my shooter its time to get busy
hop out the gut hit his ass with that 50
keep a glock when i ride through the city

verse 4:
pick up that chopper its time to go slide
f*ck the opps they ain’t ever outside
big draco when i ride thru the city
shoot the car up it better be tinted

verse 5:
young n*ggas k!llers you know that they steppers
(?) on that n*gga be mason margielas
trip to la hood hotter than peppers
red bottom my shoes i walk with the devil
wherever i go im strapped with that metal
the hoes they dig me like im a shovel

verse 6:
jumped out the porch on some trap sh*t
once im out in the streets you gon die if you lackin
i keep all type of guns with attachments
they like a n*gga more when i get them packs in
you better believe that im taxin
i went in with my bros so we chopped that sh*t up like a fraction
verse 7:
n*gga say he a loose screw we got hammers
lil bro with the chopper i see him i slime him
she out the benz suckin d*ck on camera
i smoke them woods gettin head by dancers
they sign me today imma go buy a phantom
i’m in the city im slidin like santa
fox 4 news get put on that channel
got shot where he live boy he on the paper

verse 8:
pull up im smokin on kush
your b*tch (?) when i step
learnt how to double
(?)
my brothers we wipin his nose for a double
tell them to watch your mouth your b*tch boutta die for me
suicide for me
i wish id get head and the thighs for me
but its classified you better ride for me
these young n*ggas gone slide for me
these young n*ggas gone ride for me
s*l*a*double t yeah yeah that be that slime in me
always kept a pole on me
got a bad b*tch stay on her knees
diamonds wet water like overseas
used to be broke now they notice me
verse 9:
used to be broke now they notice me
i make a play in my sleep
p*ssy ass n*gga can’t hang round me
none of these bowls is cheap

verse 10:
yea we getting money from monday*sunday
real peep with your b*tch on the runway
drop a 10 he be dead by sunday
free chasin em shots in broad day
i can sell you a 10 like anyday
yea we put the load on the interstate

- trapboy freddy lyrics

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