D Green - Normal 12th Floor (feat. Devoo & Matt Thraxx) Lyrics

Trap shit!
Shout out my nigga Matt
And my nigga Matt(slatt)
And D Green in the back
(He smashing)I'm tryna, what, I'm tryna, what
What, I'm tryna beat it up
Bad bitch her ass fat
I'm tryna beat it up
She like damn another blunt
Bitch, you ain't geeked enough
And she a bad hoe from the Burbs
I'm tryna eat it up
She a freak hoe and she tatted
Tryna see what's up
And she a freak hoe from the rack
I'm tryna see what's up
With all this money on my mind
I cannot leave these bucks
You niggas sippin' on that wine
I'm sippin' on that stuff
And I'm just tryna get a mill
Not tryna fall in love
You niggas always tryna kill
You niggas need a hug
Or a kiss or some
Go f*ck your bitch or some
And I be talkin' shit about your bitch
My homie hit or some
23 on my back like Mike
I'm always gonna win me some
Yeah, this that real trap shit, nigga
F*ck the beef, I don't want that shit
Your bitch keep lookin' at me, she gon' get this dick, yeah
Titties sittin' good, ass sitting right
Yeah, and her future lookin' bright
If she rockin' with a real nigga like me
Smoked a little weed, took her to the party
She take lookin' good as if it's a f*ckin' hobby
Hangin' with them niggas that'll cook you like hibachi
Yeah, they'll, cook you like hibachi
Got a bad bitch and she look like Sukihana
All my niggas loaded and you know them niggas grimy
All your homies comin' through the back, niggas slimy
And it's that real trap shit
While you posting on the gram
This that real raq shit, nigga
We got them real sacks, bitch, nigga
And we shop at Saks Fifth, nigga
Yeah, nigga
Yeah
Niggas postin' on the block, niggas lame tho
I got hoes, I got bitches, I got
I got hoes, I got bitches, I got fame, now
And all this money on my mind, I can't change, hoe
Niggas postin' on the block, niggas lame tho
Niggas postin' on the gram, niggas hoes
Niggas bitches on the gram, niggas hoes
I Got money, I got za, (uh)
Got money, I got za, (uh)