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fantastic four - certified trapper lyrics

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[intro: certified trapper]
wet this b*tch like some uh uh
pull up weighing sh*t like some*

[chorus]
yeah i pull up weighing sh*t like some spray paint
hit it with one shot, got the aim, this my a*game
i can make a million off boy, man i hate cane
finna swing this b*tch a hundred shots, got your f*ckin’ name

[verse: donny ying]
every bullet in the drac’ hold your f*ckin’ name
i’ll wear your dumbass out like the last game
look at dude bum ass d*ck suckin’ for some fame
put yo ass on a t*shirt, now they know yo name
sold the whole block up, n*gga this some fire cane
catch a n*gga d*ck suckin’, n*gga now we got yo chain

[verse: jay gritz]
pull up in your face like kd did lebron james
turn the music up, link out, n*gga switching lanes
tryna play with me, you gon’ die, ain’t no f*ckin’ game
walked out the g said she two smacks smacks pain
walked in ball plenty sh*t ‘cause we f*ckin’ paid
f*cked your b*tch and didn’t cause i had my f*ckin’ heads weighing
[verse: ayoolii]
told the b*tch a molly up in here to f*ck, baby we ain’t dating
off a erk throwed like a f*ck, got a n*gga skating
got a n*gga floatin’, 30 g’s in the stash got your b*tch going
couple g’s on some louie v’s, these ain’t rick owens
.556 in this arp, what a n*gga totin?
i be swimming in that p*ssy, i don’t even need a boat
b*tch laughing like sh*t funny, i’ma crack her like a joke
n*gga talking ‘bout he dumping, he don’t even got a pole
steady talking ‘bout them junkies, you ain’t even on the phone
boy broke as a b*tch, think his ass need a loan

[verse: certified trapper]
aye, wet the whole block up, you better have a float
and that glocky hit the windshield, leave it on the slope
got that blrrrt n*gga better* and her head make her choke
i swing the door, all my n*ggas be on go
i got heads lined up, i’ma put that b*tch on hold

[chorus]
yeah i pull up weighing sh*t like some spray paint
hit it with one shot, got that aim, this my a*game
i can make a million off boy, man i hate cane
finna swing this b*tch one hundred shots, got your f*ckin’ name

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