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trappers & scammers - ji beats lyrics

(hook)
i’m with the trappers & scammers, b*tch, we known for taking risks
fake ids and credit cards when you walk up in this b*tch
cookin up too much dope, i threw some ice up on my wrist
this b*tch acting like a fan, so i threw some ice up on your b*tch

i’m with the trappers & scammers, b*tch, we known for taking risks
fake ids and credit cards when you walk up in this b*tch
cookin up too much dope, i threw some ice up on my wrist
this b*tch acting like a fan, so i threw some ice up on your b*tch

(verse 1)
i threw some ice up on my wrist
god d*mn my wrist shining
can’t read the time up in this b*tch
where the hoes at? i’m looking for a dimе up in this b*tch
h*ll nah, ion want you baby, let’s make a chimе up in this b*tch
can you pull these scams for me? can you call like you’re the bank?
if you put your time in me, you gon’ get for what you came
i got drip on my body, i don’t shop at tommy hilfiger
i just copped me some drank, i don’t do the beer or liquor
a n*gga ain’t gon’ stop scamming till i hit a mill figure

used to call me lil homie, but now i got a little bigger
i just made it snow with my jewelry, now i got a shiver
n*gga, that ain’t solid gold, b*tch, that’s gold*plated silver
i ain’t f*cking with these lame ass n*ggas using prop money
i’m finna get it out a b*tch, n*gga, this that thot money
i got new money, old money, this some rot money
threw some racks on that n*gga head, i got opp money
(hook)
i’m with the trappers & scammers, b*tch, we known for taking risks
fake ids and credit cards when you walk up in this b*tch
cookin up too much dope, i threw some ice up on my wrist
this b*tch acting like a fan, so i threw some ice up on your b*tch

(verse 2)
huh, god d*mn, b*tch, my wrist got it snowing
we just drunk a whole pint, crack da seal, i’m still pouring
stayed up the whole night, fell asleep in the morning
6 pm in the evening, but a n*gga still snoring
i sense the pigs round the corner, 12 still ain’t spin the block yet
we done drunk a whole 4 & it ain’t even 9 o’clock yet
a b*tch ain’t sh*t to me, i’ll treat a b*tch like an object
i left that b*tch for the streets, you wonder why she still ain’t blocked yet?
huh, we got gold links and bustdowns
hit a n*gga with the baby shark, n*gga that’s em’ gun rounds
huh, you’ll get smoked like a rasta
i had to throw away these shoes, i got gun smoke on my pradas
i ain’t talking gta when i say we got them rp’s
100 dollars for this plate, i ain’t going back to eating arby’s
i can sell anything, i can sell a b*tch a heartbeat
draw guns on a f*ck n*gga, b*tch, that’s an art piece
(hook)
i’m with the trappers & scammers, b*tch, we known for taking risks
fake ids and credit cards when you walk up in this b*tch
cookin up too much dope, i threw some ice up on my wrist
this b*tch acting like a fan, so i threw some ice up on your b*tch

- ji beats lyrics

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