trap holiday - king khemoo lyrics
[intro]
ayy
yeah, ayy
[chorus]
put that sh*t on, b*tch, i’m fly just like jet blue
i can’t let up, i got my foot on they neck too
you need some ‘bows, i’m the one to get next to
real trap god, only ‘lows i can bless you
trap holiday, beat the pack like it’s jet2
n*gga got a check, n*gga, i got a check too
turn a b*tch up, i can show what a check do
i ain’t tryna talk, tryna see what her neck do
nah, i ain’t tryna talk, tryna see how the neck work
i got your b*tch eatin’ d*ck ’til her neck hurt
i can tell how she suckin’ on me, she an expert
put that b*tch on like some sleeves on a sweatshirt
these n*ggas broke, no, i ain’t tryna network
run that sh*t up, n*gga, go get a check first
went to bc, dropped a bag on my tee
what i spent on my piece cost a whole n*gga net worth
[verse]
in this game, n*gga, you got to pay to play
i had to grind for this sh*t, n*gga, day*to*day
still on the road hittin’ l!cks, i be paid to play
you wouldn’t believe how much paper i made today
you wouldn’t believe how much grass i done weighed today
they ain’t believe in this sh*t ’til i made a way
don’t give a f*ck what a b*tch or a hater say
come feel the drank, probably sit like an eight today
shoot my shot, when i hit her, i fade away
b*tch, i’m a boss, i could double your pay today
got the drop on the spot, we gon’ lay today
high*speed chase, do the dash on a straightaway
took them folks on a chase and we got away
n*gga play with this sh*t, he can die today
n*ggas know i’m on point like drew holiday
know that’s some sh*t that i ain’t even gotta say
got a b*tch on my line tryna f*ck
but i’ve been kinda busy, i probably got time today
tryna beef ’bout a b*tch i done hit
n*gga know i’m the sh*t so he feelin’ some kind of way
i was broke than a b*tch, had to bond away
tryna get rich off this sh*t, ain’t got time to play
we gettin’ ’em in and we get ’em out andale
i lost the pack, probably ran up a dime today
slide two deep, b*tch, it’s me and my 9 today
think it’s sweet, i’ma up it, blow his mind away
still in the streets and i just told the label come over, like five hundred k, i might sign today
got that sh*t on but i ain’t go designer way
took twenty*five and that’s just on a line of qua’
kingpin k, got my name from the trap
and i’m cappin’ my rap, i’m that n*gga, ayy, from ’round the way
[chorus]
put that sh*t on, b*tch, i’m fly just like jet blue
i can’t let up, i got my foot on they neck too
you need some ‘bows, i’m the one to get next to
real trap god, only ‘lows i can bless you
trap holiday, beat the pack like it’s jet2
n*gga got a check, n*gga, i got a check too
turn a b*tch up, i can show what a check do
i ain’t tryna talk, tryna see what her neck do
nah, i ain’t tryna talk, tryna see how the neck work
i got your b*tch eatin’ d*ck ’til her neck hurt
i can tell how she suckin’ on me, she an expert
put that b*tch on like some sleeves on a sweatshirt
these n*ggas broke, no, i ain’t tryna network
run that sh*t up, n*gga, go get a check first
went to bc, dropped a bag on my tee
what i spent on my piece cost a whole n*gga net worth
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