Man, stop playin' with these niggas for real, mo
Bro tried to spin, but Nah, they ain't ready yet
Uhh
Bro tried to spin, but I'm gone off the lean
Masked down, gloves on, blow up the scene
If I'm slidin' at night, I got put on that bean
We not f*ckin' with niggas, he hot, he not on my team
Why they spin on the block, I was servin' the phene
They comin' through cuts, I was duckin' for cover
I'm not goin' like nothin', I hopped on that bumper
Drac thang blowin', it soundin' like thunder
I catch me a face shot, he goin' under
Got the stick in the dip, I don't care bout the jumpers
I catch me a body, then go on no jumper
I was makin' them hits at the seven-11
I hang with my youngins, they really be steppin
Fourteen on the block, toating my weapon
Wasn't coolin' with kids, I was f*ckin' with felons
Head tap, we tryin' aim at that melon
Leg shot, he tried to run, now he yellin
Smokin' on Za in the back of the car, got me coughin
I used to hang with them broke niggas, now I be hangin' with bosses
Nigga try come on that back way, nigga got put in that coffin
I'm havin' motions, don't care bout my losses
Feds get behind me, my brother just dawged it
Nah Fr
Hop in the car with that Drac , we ain't playin' with niggas
How she f*ckin' with me, but she layin' with niggas
She ain't come in the house, she be stayin' with niggas
I blow up the block like a cannon hit it
And I run up my money, I ain't scam to get it
My Brova like, stay out the way, you the ticket
And free all my niggas, got pay em a visit
I'm really doin' this shit, niggas rappin
I made like 30,000, I ain't cappin
I need my money like, f*ck all that back end
Brown skinned bitch, I was blowin' her back end
Light skinned bitch gave the drop and I whacked him
Dark skinned bitch served the weed, she be taxin
If I'm spinnin' the block and I miss, I'm maxin
Murder on the block, Ion knowin' what happened
I'm at a party, the bitch off the Don and she clappin
I get behind her to see her reaction
I f*cked that bitch the same night and I broke her down just like a fraction
If I catch lil' bra at the party, I'm droppin' that shit
I hop in that car before droppin' ah diss
If I spin on that block, it's a hit or a miss
I'm missin' my target, I'm spinnin' again
Who that in that car, I'ma slide with the men
Glock 19, that's a big ass Gen
I took his ass down, he flexin' like ten
My Glock right beside me just call me a simp
I got bands in my pocket, I walk with a limp
Run down with that chop, it's gon' knock off a limp
I know she gon' f*ck, cause she know that I'm him
DCG Xan - Trap Rap Lyrics
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Man, stop playin' with these niggas for real, mo
Bro tried to spin, but Nah, they ain't ready yet
Uhh
Bro tried to spin, but I'm gone off the lean
Masked down, gloves on, blow up the scene
If I'm slidin' at night, I got put on that bean
We not f*ckin' with niggas, he hot, he not on my team
Why they spin on the block, I was servin' the phene
They comin' through cuts, I was duckin' for cover
I'm not goin' like nothin', I hopped on that bumper
Drac thang blowin', it soundin' like thunder
I catch me a face shot, he goin' under
Got the stick in the dip, I don't care bout the jumpers
I catch me a body, then go on no jumper
I was makin' them hits at the seven-11
I hang with my youngins, they really be steppin
Fourteen on the block, toating my weapon
Wasn't coolin' with kids, I was f*ckin' with felons
Head tap, we tryin' aim at that melon
Leg shot, he tried to run, now he yellin
Smokin' on Za in the back of the car, got me coughin
I used to hang with them broke niggas, now I be hangin' with bosses
Nigga try come on that back way, nigga got put in that coffin
I'm havin' motions, don't care bout my losses
Feds get behind me, my brother just dawged it
Nah Fr
Hop in the car with that Drac , we ain't playin' with niggas
How she f*ckin' with me, but she layin' with niggas
She ain't come in the house, she be stayin' with niggas
I blow up the block like a cannon hit it
And I run up my money, I ain't scam to get it
My Brova like, stay out the way, you the ticket
And free all my niggas, got pay em a visit
I'm really doin' this shit, niggas rappin
I made like 30,000, I ain't cappin
I need my money like, f*ck all that back end
Brown skinned bitch, I was blowin' her back end
Light skinned bitch gave the drop and I whacked him
Dark skinned bitch served the weed, she be taxin
If I'm spinnin' the block and I miss, I'm maxin
Murder on the block, Ion knowin' what happened
I'm at a party, the bitch off the Don and she clappin
I get behind her to see her reaction
I f*cked that bitch the same night and I broke her down just like a fraction
If I catch lil' bra at the party, I'm droppin' that shit
I hop in that car before droppin' ah diss
If I spin on that block, it's a hit or a miss
I'm missin' my target, I'm spinnin' again
Who that in that car, I'ma slide with the men
Glock 19, that's a big ass Gen
I took his ass down, he flexin' like ten
My Glock right beside me just call me a simp
I got bands in my pocket, I walk with a limp
Run down with that chop, it's gon' knock off a limp
I know she gon' f*ck, cause she know that I'm him
Bro tried to spin, but Nah, they ain't ready yet
Uhh
Bro tried to spin, but I'm gone off the lean
Masked down, gloves on, blow up the scene
If I'm slidin' at night, I got put on that bean
We not f*ckin' with niggas, he hot, he not on my team
Why they spin on the block, I was servin' the phene
They comin' through cuts, I was duckin' for cover
I'm not goin' like nothin', I hopped on that bumper
Drac thang blowin', it soundin' like thunder
I catch me a face shot, he goin' under
Got the stick in the dip, I don't care bout the jumpers
I catch me a body, then go on no jumper
I was makin' them hits at the seven-11
I hang with my youngins, they really be steppin
Fourteen on the block, toating my weapon
Wasn't coolin' with kids, I was f*ckin' with felons
Head tap, we tryin' aim at that melon
Leg shot, he tried to run, now he yellin
Smokin' on Za in the back of the car, got me coughin
I used to hang with them broke niggas, now I be hangin' with bosses
Nigga try come on that back way, nigga got put in that coffin
I'm havin' motions, don't care bout my losses
Feds get behind me, my brother just dawged it
Nah Fr
Hop in the car with that Drac , we ain't playin' with niggas
How she f*ckin' with me, but she layin' with niggas
She ain't come in the house, she be stayin' with niggas
I blow up the block like a cannon hit it
And I run up my money, I ain't scam to get it
My Brova like, stay out the way, you the ticket
And free all my niggas, got pay em a visit
I'm really doin' this shit, niggas rappin
I made like 30,000, I ain't cappin
I need my money like, f*ck all that back end
Brown skinned bitch, I was blowin' her back end
Light skinned bitch gave the drop and I whacked him
Dark skinned bitch served the weed, she be taxin
If I'm spinnin' the block and I miss, I'm maxin
Murder on the block, Ion knowin' what happened
I'm at a party, the bitch off the Don and she clappin
I get behind her to see her reaction
I f*cked that bitch the same night and I broke her down just like a fraction
If I catch lil' bra at the party, I'm droppin' that shit
I hop in that car before droppin' ah diss
If I spin on that block, it's a hit or a miss
I'm missin' my target, I'm spinnin' again
Who that in that car, I'ma slide with the men
Glock 19, that's a big ass Gen
I took his ass down, he flexin' like ten
My Glock right beside me just call me a simp
I got bands in my pocket, I walk with a limp
Run down with that chop, it's gon' knock off a limp
I know she gon' f*ck, cause she know that I'm him
Writer: DCG Xan
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