(5Star STS nigga)
(Aye Corn this shit hot)
Give em 24, watch em fade away
I ain't got no kids, but I'm riding round with baby K
Hit the store an cash, bitch I used to put on layaway
Took em to the studio, I done came with Drake
Credit in the store, debit if it's online
You gone have to watch and see on yo own time
Can't drop the ball or pass with my boo, she a whole dime
Who really woulda thought the stock had a goldmine
Bitch get the f*ck out my face with yo through ass
Everybody doing this, I'm finna do that
My inner Van Gogh kicked in, I done drew mag
Sick as hell you let yo team down, you a do bad
Bitch I know you feel dumb
Left his stupid ass on E, he got filled up
Feel like Wolverine, I got steel tucked
Bro ah take you off the map, about what's in that sealed cup
You play stupid games, win stupid prizes
Took his dawg from em, had to euthanize em
Worker up in boost trippin, we gone do verizon
Allat talking must think he Obama, we gone suit an tie em
Brown skin stretch marks, call her cinnamon
Boy you keep acting like a hoe, and ima spinabenz
Everytime I take a L, come back with a win
Tip the bouncer, got the ARP tryna get it in
Just incase I got a bone to pick
Bit the hand that fed em, so I broke his wrist
Everybody in the gang up taking motion pics
Seen her looking good up in traffic, had to blow a kiss
Catch an opposition, we gone beat em til he boxed
Start to win and you see niggas creepin in the plot
On facebook talking bout his regal in the shop
Boy you ain't got no f*cking whip, we only see you on the block
Trapping ain't dead nigga
Take risks and prosper
We at Ocean Prime eating steak, fish, and lobster
Overnight his cap, gone take patience like doctors
Will slapped me? He woulda felt the K clip ina Oscars
Bitch
Nigga
5SB Corn & 5SB Silk - T.R.A.P Lyrics
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(5Star STS nigga)
(Aye Corn this shit hot)
Give em 24, watch em fade away
I ain't got no kids, but I'm riding round with baby K
Hit the store an cash, bitch I used to put on layaway
Took em to the studio, I done came with Drake
Credit in the store, debit if it's online
You gone have to watch and see on yo own time
Can't drop the ball or pass with my boo, she a whole dime
Who really woulda thought the stock had a goldmine
Bitch get the f*ck out my face with yo through ass
Everybody doing this, I'm finna do that
My inner Van Gogh kicked in, I done drew mag
Sick as hell you let yo team down, you a do bad
Bitch I know you feel dumb
Left his stupid ass on E, he got filled up
Feel like Wolverine, I got steel tucked
Bro ah take you off the map, about what's in that sealed cup
You play stupid games, win stupid prizes
Took his dawg from em, had to euthanize em
Worker up in boost trippin, we gone do verizon
Allat talking must think he Obama, we gone suit an tie em
Brown skin stretch marks, call her cinnamon
Boy you keep acting like a hoe, and ima spinabenz
Everytime I take a L, come back with a win
Tip the bouncer, got the ARP tryna get it in
Just incase I got a bone to pick
Bit the hand that fed em, so I broke his wrist
Everybody in the gang up taking motion pics
Seen her looking good up in traffic, had to blow a kiss
Catch an opposition, we gone beat em til he boxed
Start to win and you see niggas creepin in the plot
On facebook talking bout his regal in the shop
Boy you ain't got no f*cking whip, we only see you on the block
Trapping ain't dead nigga
Take risks and prosper
We at Ocean Prime eating steak, fish, and lobster
Overnight his cap, gone take patience like doctors
Will slapped me? He woulda felt the K clip ina Oscars
Bitch
Nigga
(Aye Corn this shit hot)
Give em 24, watch em fade away
I ain't got no kids, but I'm riding round with baby K
Hit the store an cash, bitch I used to put on layaway
Took em to the studio, I done came with Drake
Credit in the store, debit if it's online
You gone have to watch and see on yo own time
Can't drop the ball or pass with my boo, she a whole dime
Who really woulda thought the stock had a goldmine
Bitch get the f*ck out my face with yo through ass
Everybody doing this, I'm finna do that
My inner Van Gogh kicked in, I done drew mag
Sick as hell you let yo team down, you a do bad
Bitch I know you feel dumb
Left his stupid ass on E, he got filled up
Feel like Wolverine, I got steel tucked
Bro ah take you off the map, about what's in that sealed cup
You play stupid games, win stupid prizes
Took his dawg from em, had to euthanize em
Worker up in boost trippin, we gone do verizon
Allat talking must think he Obama, we gone suit an tie em
Brown skin stretch marks, call her cinnamon
Boy you keep acting like a hoe, and ima spinabenz
Everytime I take a L, come back with a win
Tip the bouncer, got the ARP tryna get it in
Just incase I got a bone to pick
Bit the hand that fed em, so I broke his wrist
Everybody in the gang up taking motion pics
Seen her looking good up in traffic, had to blow a kiss
Catch an opposition, we gone beat em til he boxed
Start to win and you see niggas creepin in the plot
On facebook talking bout his regal in the shop
Boy you ain't got no f*cking whip, we only see you on the block
Trapping ain't dead nigga
Take risks and prosper
We at Ocean Prime eating steak, fish, and lobster
Overnight his cap, gone take patience like doctors
Will slapped me? He woulda felt the K clip ina Oscars
Bitch
Nigga
Writer: 5SB Silk
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid