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trap oc intro - trapsquad lal lyrics

[intro]
ocveey: aye lal, d-mn what the f-ck?
aye largo road, who the f-ck is these..?
i’m on your side bro , who the f-ck is these n-gg-s at the store cuz?
trapsquadlal: you said what? who is who? man who who?
ocveezy: who the f-ck these n-gg-s at the store?
trapsquadlal : this n-gg- lying
ocveezy: never seen these n-gg-s
trapsquadlal: man who at the spot young? i’m bout to pull up
ocveezy: imma let you deal with that sh-t when you pull up
trapsquadlal: you already know
ocveezy: h-llo? aye where you at bro?
trapsquadlal: man i’m pulling up

[hook: ocveezy]
30 hollows everywhere that i go
iverson street i’m back on largo road
i’m in the trap i’m abusing the stove
my shooter stupid he abusing his pole
56 grams and i’m back to the store
my b-tch is stupid she abusing her nose
56 bands i make that out the bowl
fat james got the ice if you like to get cold
that tech take your life if you like to get bold
we gon take your life if he run up the road
demo got the pounds on my life it get sold
right there by the peter’s we trap out the store

[verse 1: trapsquadlal]
hunnit 223s in the chop
hop out the van veezy slide with the glock
twitter gangsta you not good round my park
50 in the glock we post on the block

[verse 2: ocveezy]
d-mn lal feds hot take em out
i go out largo if i wanna shop
aye that molly glick like my watch
aye she on my d-ck tell her stop
aye hop out and shoot out the car

[verse 3: trapsquadlal]
pull up in the foreign and shoot out the car
choppa in the trap don’t need no alarm
coolin off perks when i slide i’m off bar
hop out the van veezy leggin the glock
i’m off two xans imma catch me an opp
never lacking serve a brick with a pistol
run up on who? you run up get your issue

[verse 4: ocveezy]
run up on who? you run up get a missile
lal got the choppa run up he gon hit you
50 shots and i swear they won’t miss you
red dots and i swear they gon hit you
red dots and i swear they gon hit you
red dots and i swear they gon hit you
son i swear they gon hit you
red dots and i swear they gon hit you

[hook]
30 hollows everywhere that i go
iverson street i’m back on largo road
i’m in the trap i’m abusing the stove
my shooter stupid he abusing his pole
56 grams and i’m back to the store
my b-tch is stupid she abusing her nose
56 bands i make that out the bowl
fat james got the ice if you like to get cold
that tech take your life if you like to get bold
we gon take your life if he run up the road
demo got the pounds on my life it get sold
right there by the peter’s we trap out the store

- trapsquad lal lyrics

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