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lirik lagu trap closed – la.socket

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trap closed lyrics
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l.a

if they want that heat with us, then you know we steppin on them
k!llas in my city, and these p*ssy n*ggas tellin on them
gang had b*tches , went to jail, they ain’t even checkin on them
catch him out, run down, and im gone put that weapon on him

moving big sh*t, trap house look like a truck stop
f*ck the judge, f*ck these hoes, f*ck police and f*ck opps
turned 13, and i was learning how to buss glocks
he won’t in class for role call, i caught him at the bus stop (gang)

leave the keys in your car, ill turn this b*tch to gta
on the way to the ops block, bro whats the eta
trying to duck the fbi and trying to duck the dea
put this zipper on your mouth if you ain’t tryna see me spray

put the barrel on her mouth, and i told the hoe to l!ck it
the ops on the fence (defense) and ian talking bout the pickett
she said i got a problem, told her ian tryna fix it
pull up on him, walk down, hand him the clip like its a ticket

whats the pressure?
in the kitchen, cookin up this dope on the stove, and ima give your auntie all the extras
lil shawty wanna claim a n*gga, f*ck that, i won’t let her
i just tell her what to do, and she gone do it , thats alexa
make it rain, they need umbrellas
spin a block, we propellers
its pay day, send my collectors
get you touched, ain’t no molesters
bullets made it thru… semesters
catch him down bad, you see a flash, he on a wall like a projector (wall)

big screen…
no little sh*t , b*tch we like tote them big things
remember 6th grade, sports player, i had big dreams
7th grade my brother said i’d be a k!ller before 16
8th grade, i upped this glock, he yelled, it sounded like a b*tch screamed

im finna blow, sneeze b*tch, its finna be cold out
peeped the games, i got a telly, they kicked in my old house
these n*gga want to show out, f*ck that, keep yo dough out
i hopped up out that back, like whats good? i got my pole out

we rob n*ggas… it ain no bargains
b*tch we like to shoot.. sh*t it ain no arguing
i be perked up, im on the drill, i got my narcan
try to play and im shooting with the rockets, ain no harden

b*tch wanna talk, put my d*ck in her throat
and this dope come cross the border, gotta get it off the boat
bring out them polls(poles) and im taking n*ggas checks, like a vote
hit the b*tch from the back, and i left her, like a note
put the carcass on the bag, zip it up like a coat
he pulled up as a shooter, and he left as ghost
when it come to my bread.. then im leaving n*ggas toast
catch a body, put a sign out on the block, da trap is closed… gang

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