30 more trappers
Bring out the runners
How many times I lost
Bring all the fight along
You cut my cake I'll cut with the head
Know I'm lite with it
For 45 cents I'll trap for the bread
You got a man now
You got a girl now
Y'all making love here and there
F*ck with the black in a minute
You seen ma speed I'm with it
I know my gang get with it
Eyes got warlock within
Tracks on the roads getting hot
Cuh when I come through it's nitro dynamite work
If you coming round back then you gonna hurt
You thought I was gone do a race nahh
I rather pull up with a Glock
Sack your block and leave with a bag
Lowkey smart I ain't bragging bout that
I been out here I been putting out work yeah
If I set out for some yeah I do it like a Jihad
Never low on gas men I always do a reup
Boy so mad but I never been to rehab
You wanna know Adele? you will never Aliyah
A boomerang it's spinning
I bet you ain't seen that black boy coming
I know I had a thing but now you a fling
I f*ck with the beats they give me they give me the heat
30 more trappers
Bring out the runners
How many times I lost
Yet I bring all the fight along
30 more
Bring out the
How many times I flopped
Yet I bring all the vibe along
A puma! Black ass beast Damn runner
Preying on Black no you say a prayer
Cuh errr you's a goner
Cuh errr I run with the gunners
Hey my shawtie n I cutting off ties
Told my brodies don't f*ck with em lies
This nigga fake Cartiers making him high
Nigga wanna f*ck but nigga can't drip
Pulling my boy 100 rounds that's a lit
She down on her knees every time there's a meet
Black out working not looking at
The B ain't playing way she hitting that
As the ass keep twerking nigga wanting nigga that head
She do it on the yard
She do it like that
She fine like a foreigner
Fine like yat
Cut my hair on the nap
These Shawties is evil dawg
These Bitches is evil dawg
Out in The Hague
My head on the plate
What did I do to these bitches they hate
It's all about bread
That you all ate
Now in the T where you niggas can't take
All this black you niggas cant take
Rock Balmains I slay
Got big pants like Ye
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30 more trappers
Bring out the runners
How many times I lost
Bring all the fight along
You cut my cake I'll cut with the head
Know I'm lite with it
For 45 cents I'll trap for the bread
You got a man now
You got a girl now
Y'all making love here and there
F*ck with the black in a minute
You seen ma speed I'm with it
I know my gang get with it
Eyes got warlock within
Tracks on the roads getting hot
Cuh when I come through it's nitro dynamite work
If you coming round back then you gonna hurt
You thought I was gone do a race nahh
I rather pull up with a Glock
Sack your block and leave with a bag
Lowkey smart I ain't bragging bout that
I been out here I been putting out work yeah
If I set out for some yeah I do it like a Jihad
Never low on gas men I always do a reup
Boy so mad but I never been to rehab
You wanna know Adele? you will never Aliyah
A boomerang it's spinning
I bet you ain't seen that black boy coming
I know I had a thing but now you a fling
I f*ck with the beats they give me they give me the heat
30 more trappers
Bring out the runners
How many times I lost
Yet I bring all the fight along
30 more
Bring out the
How many times I flopped
Yet I bring all the vibe along
A puma! Black ass beast Damn runner
Preying on Black no you say a prayer
Cuh errr you's a goner
Cuh errr I run with the gunners
Hey my shawtie n I cutting off ties
Told my brodies don't f*ck with em lies
This nigga fake Cartiers making him high
Nigga wanna f*ck but nigga can't drip
Pulling my boy 100 rounds that's a lit
She down on her knees every time there's a meet
Black out working not looking at
The B ain't playing way she hitting that
As the ass keep twerking nigga wanting nigga that head
She do it on the yard
She do it like that
She fine like a foreigner
Fine like yat
Cut my hair on the nap
These Shawties is evil dawg
These Bitches is evil dawg
Out in The Hague
My head on the plate
What did I do to these bitches they hate
It's all about bread
That you all ate
Now in the T where you niggas can't take
All this black you niggas cant take
Rock Balmains I slay
Got big pants like Ye
Bring out the runners
How many times I lost
Bring all the fight along
You cut my cake I'll cut with the head
Know I'm lite with it
For 45 cents I'll trap for the bread
You got a man now
You got a girl now
Y'all making love here and there
F*ck with the black in a minute
You seen ma speed I'm with it
I know my gang get with it
Eyes got warlock within
Tracks on the roads getting hot
Cuh when I come through it's nitro dynamite work
If you coming round back then you gonna hurt
You thought I was gone do a race nahh
I rather pull up with a Glock
Sack your block and leave with a bag
Lowkey smart I ain't bragging bout that
I been out here I been putting out work yeah
If I set out for some yeah I do it like a Jihad
Never low on gas men I always do a reup
Boy so mad but I never been to rehab
You wanna know Adele? you will never Aliyah
A boomerang it's spinning
I bet you ain't seen that black boy coming
I know I had a thing but now you a fling
I f*ck with the beats they give me they give me the heat
30 more trappers
Bring out the runners
How many times I lost
Yet I bring all the fight along
30 more
Bring out the
How many times I flopped
Yet I bring all the vibe along
A puma! Black ass beast Damn runner
Preying on Black no you say a prayer
Cuh errr you's a goner
Cuh errr I run with the gunners
Hey my shawtie n I cutting off ties
Told my brodies don't f*ck with em lies
This nigga fake Cartiers making him high
Nigga wanna f*ck but nigga can't drip
Pulling my boy 100 rounds that's a lit
She down on her knees every time there's a meet
Black out working not looking at
The B ain't playing way she hitting that
As the ass keep twerking nigga wanting nigga that head
She do it on the yard
She do it like that
She fine like a foreigner
Fine like yat
Cut my hair on the nap
These Shawties is evil dawg
These Bitches is evil dawg
Out in The Hague
My head on the plate
What did I do to these bitches they hate
It's all about bread
That you all ate
Now in the T where you niggas can't take
All this black you niggas cant take
Rock Balmains I slay
Got big pants like Ye
Writer: Bradly Achendung
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid