Trent K1dd - 7 Days (feat. Issue) Lyrics

Locked inside the trap for seven days, all I think bout gettin' paid
Locked inside the trap for seven days, I need more weight
Mm, mm, mm, trapped for seven days
Man, that boy Jacob, too cold

What the f*ck
Yeah, all about my chips like Lay's
Won't never take no pay cut
Locked inside the trap for seven days, I don't even wanna lay up

Might pass the rock like J-Will, put a hole in his back like Tatum
This bitch bad as hell with a fat ass, know I gotta keep it player
Snow bunny with some motion, she gon' throw that shit back like Ava
I'm on demon time, I'm a slayer, come to the crib, pull up to the lair

F*ck the texting, messy bitches always screenshottin' my message
She eat dick good, gotta bless her, got more hoes than David Letter
Leave a nigga on a stretcher, foreign bundles, she just pressed them
Talkin foul, gotta tech him, hop out coupe, bet I wreck him

Drac with the kick, call it David Beckham
Can only get in if my niggas let him
Don't speak on the odds, we bet em
Bro don't spit bars, he sell them

Love me a bitch with some melanin
I'm a God, I was heaven sent
I don't need a nigga two cents
I don't need another fake friend

I'ma pull off with the roof gone
Mixed bitch, call it two-tone
I know niggas who hit me for loans
Cause they can't get shit on they own, yeah

Five star, she a real eater
I can't love her, I'm a cheater
Hundred K for a feature
I'm the realest nigga breathin

Blue Benjis I'm seein
Mask on, we thievin
Seven days straight, bro, we servin' cakes
Number one rule l in the trap, it's no sleepin

We on a run to the money
Don't want your change, no, I gotta keep that
Ass clap back, give me feedback
I'm a real nigga, I mean that

Stand on business
Ain't never lackin', I keep my jimmy
Walk in the club with a Glock, not a sMitty
Hardest young nigga on the South with the chicken

And this ain't no rerun
Try to hold back, I don't keep nothin
21 bird like Dion
Bitch give me FaceTime

Pull up quick, I don't waste time
Flashback action
I took the bitch for the ride, wanna date now
Bitch, I ain't sassy

Better run, move in, I bet the hoe can't fly
I bring a hoe off the bench
She lucky she ain't gettin' traded
Hawks gang, with that shit on

With a bad bitch, gettin' faded
If they ask, we never date it
Matter of fact, we related
Give her a 30, she feelin' sedated

Real soldiers screamin', nigga, we made it
Yeah, the biggest problem in f*ckin' America
And the nigga who been A1 since day one
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