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​trade - ​troopa (usa) lyrics

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[chorus]
i get high as f*ck, and smoke my weed, and f*ck a lil’ b*tch face
i just keep it p, i’m f*ckin’ hoes, but i don’t know they name
i got h*lla guns, and h*lla chops, let’s go out with a bang
i got shooters out in antioch, and they won’t say a thing
i got different guns for every opp, so what you tryna say?
i got 30 on my jersey, n*gga, so what you tryna play?
called up twinnem, told ’em, “walk down, we gon’ send him home today”
we gon’ take yours, you don’t take ours, p*ssy n*gga, this not a trade

[verse]
why these n*ggas call me “gang”? why these n*ggas call me “bro”?
why these n*ggas claim they doin’ better, but all these n*ggas broke?
gotta send my cousin kev a letter, put tears up on that note
he wrote me back, he said, “it’s now or never,” so i gotta put on
gotta count my racks and get my bag, can’t focus on these ho’s
can’t explain the pain i went through, now i’m lookin’ out for bro
she thick as f*ck, she tryna f*ck, i know what’s up, i gotta go
bring a friend out to the club, let’s get sh*t turnt, now take me home
i got wockhardt in this cup, i don’t sip liquor, i do lean
take my b*tch to turks & caicos, she get dripped out in celine
i got k!lla’s where i’m from, i might just call a uav
ain’t no handouts, n*gga’s fanned out
i swear to god, these n*ggas leech
hoopin’ like the nba, i ball like kobe from the three
shootin’ sh*t like gta, i got a g9 in my jeans
tryna f*ck ho’s, and get paid, these n*ggas lame, these n*ggas fee
that’s on god, he finna die, got blood on my amiri jeans
[chorus]
i get high as f*ck, and smoke my weed, and f*ck a lil’ b*tch face
i just keep it p, i’m f*ckin’ hoes, but i don’t know they name
i got h*lla guns, and h*lla chops, let’s go out with a bang
i got shooters out in antioch, and they won’t say a thing
i got different guns for every opp, so what you tryna say?
i got 30 on my jersey, n*gga, so what you tryna play?
called up twinnem, told ’em, “walk down, we gon’ send him home today”
we gon’ take yours, you don’t take ours, p*ssy n*gga, this not a trade

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