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trapmatic - tribal young brown lyrics

i was chilling at the crib
feeling kinda sick
then my phone start ring i’m like
who the h*ll is this
he said his name was bobby
i’m like why are you bothering me
he said he was sorry but
it was something that i gotta see
here’s the addy meet me there around 3
i got that re around 15 a key
at this rate i’m telling you it’s highway robbery
talking crazy i said this gotta be a dream
how the h*ll he get my number
must be that chick lasinda
red bone with the blond hair yeah my little tender
i told her i needed it cheaper now i remember
grab so much snow i’ll have a
white christmas in florida in december
head to the trap
check up on my pack
i’m well known for my pockets being fat
i see the world different now everybody rats
you own blood will tell on you that sh*t just a fact
put 28 up on the scale
because b*tch i can barely tell
my sh*t be acting funny from over use
i trap very well
buss it down 140 20s ready for sell
i’m talking hard white if you could tell
i got h to for those who carry spoons
cotton from the cigarettes really multi use
needle in vains as they fade, leaning too
it’s about 12 o clock i still got sh*t to do
get back in my car looking like a star
heading to the telly that sh*t ain’t that far
got a qp under my seat of that zay
forty in my lap for any bull sh*t involved
pull up in the parking lot, n*gga like to cap a lot
slide the 40 in my pocket, i’m not tryna get shot
got runner on the corners, watching for the cops
n*ggas trolling on the book, they want the drop
heading to the room, i be having molly in my shoes
walk up in the room melz got hoes in groups
toss him the za, he like she know what to do
bag that up i need that whole $800
looking at my watch it’s getting close to 2
get ready we gotta new connect to pursue
i need every dollar, i’m not trynna lose
if that n*gga act funny you know what to do
let’s go in the meantime grab some food
and on our way there pick up some tools
he wanna meet at the club, hoe dancing
but i’m not showing love, not here for that
i’m here for the plug, trunk with accessories
plastic bags, duck tape and some gloves
he walk up to me, this where you wanna meet
you must be brown, i own this spot now i see
on the way to the back, telling me he got 3 keys
pound of the molly and some trees
if it’s really for the low, then i gotta have
sh*t i’m trapmatic

- tribal young brown lyrics

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