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no touchin' us - traps!ck lyrics

[verse 1: traps!ck]
n*ggas waiting for the moment imma drop this song
i been focusing so hard that i might pop me sum
and all you b*tches in my mentions saying that i’m washed
you the reason that a n*gga even wrote this jawn
cause i got tired of the big talk yall love to speak
but imma show you, you can’t step if you got cold feet
when i sit down in the stu’ it’s like my soul speaks
my pencil just relay the message then the beat preach
said a lot of sh*t but n*ggas seen me do worse
go ‘head and get mad about it because the truth hurts
30 on me, like a dime of gas and two percs
always been that n*gga, like they said you first
big racks i been counting since a young age
in the trap im a king like charlemagne
only thing i ever heard was imma fall off
now b*tches on my d*ck while i jump on the front stage
all my young n*ggas tryna move hot
steady tryna pull triggers like they ain’t ever shot
knowing that they got it just itching for some more chops
and we ain’t had to do it ya mans was on the wrong block
i’m a king, now where the h*ll my crown at
i been stacking for so long that donald trump is outmatched
presidential rollie never knowing where the clock at
speedin in the benz it’s like 120 what i clock at
now lemme get into it
i can’t let no one do me
they can’t ever find ya drop if no one know u movin’
real hittas moves in silence
and if you hear that pin drop
then you should know there’s 30 shots right behind it
i’m a demon but i never been satanic
i’ll beat you to the ground and then ill let get the k blammin’
how you left if u survive u having brain damage
but if i’m right then you not chillin’ but your face hangin’
all i know is til i die ill be the realest here
leave yo ass on red, hear the snap, you gon disappear
i’ll end ya rap career, way before the diss appear
talking bout you gang but u ain’t locked up for a racketeer
i’m slaying all you f*cking hoes just like i’m santa claus
chamber on the choppa hot like the chimney firebox
ash to ash and dust to dust
if u wanna f*ck wit’ us
had a dollar to my name
like 50 had another son
built like nip i’ll get him tucked
put down when y’all set him up
fn with the extendo clip get him f*cked up ain’t no touching us
shout out to my real n*ggas
only ones tryna hold me up
if i die it’s one of them, cuz all the opps scared to knuckle up
in the booth, tryna spit a rhyme
ya b*tch here, boutta snort a line
she ain’t getting f*cked cuz that hoe a dub her face look like she bit a lime
hoe n*ggas be wasting time
like a n*gga even gotta enough
couldn’t beef with u rap n*ggas
y’all talk hot but ain’t bussin’ nun
30 shots in the glock make a n*gga pop lock when his heart stops
but i ain’t talking dancing when i’m ready for him you gon see em leaking out his eye ducts
i could show u boutta hundred ways to make a couple thousand hustle non*stop
some of yall think slangin’ dope is the only way how to make a buck
and yall lame as f*ck
yall hollywood and ain’t making nun
want a wood but u ain’t paid for nun
bummy hoes on my d*ck tryna get lit like a f*cking spark plug
[verse 2: kingxmalachi]

just came from the mall
i was in that call
life was going well
i thought i couldn’t fall
i was standing tall then i met that brick wall
now you snitching huh?
but you a f*cking b*tch
when it was time to grind
you wasn’t on sh*t
you was talking sh*t
behind they f*cking back
now you a lame n*gga
ain’t that a f*cking fact
giving statements but what you on hoe
gever seen an opp turn to a f*cking hoe
ain’t making death threats
cause you be inside
now you ain’t coming out
you know what i’m about
and i ain’t playing with you
i’ll punch you in your mouth
cause you been talking sl!ck
i’ll show u reckless
cause u the next b*tch
running from that girl
no i ain’t saying name
cause no we ain’t the same
you a see*through
i can read u
just like a plain jane
but i ain’t talking watch
you better watch ya clock
every second go by like tick tock
[?]
but you would never know
now you see within me, you couldn’t be
you should never have folded on the team
you as dirty as they come, a f*ckin leech
and we had to drain u out with some bleach
done giving u time
don’t muck up the shine

- trapsck lyrics

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