lirik lagu trapstars (feat. baby neutron) – prolly perry
[intro]
go f*ck with that prolly perry sh*t
[hook] baby neutron
wait huh
the feds at my door
n*gga so big that he fell through the floor
come here lil b*tch come and give me some more
n*gga want smoke so i shot at his bro
f*cked on his hoe yea she gave me some throat
n*gga talk sh*t put a hole in his throat
fresh out the pound my n*ggas on go
don’t make a sound keep this b*tch on the low
wait hol up aye, hol up aye
rob a n*gga then go f*ck up a show
kiss that lil b*tch she don’t want me no more
f*cked her sister cause she f*cked on my bro
n*gga want gas to the pounds
fly to the n*gga headed straight from the ground
that b*tch too much said she want some more rounds
i gave her 30 it’s enough for the gram
[verse 1] neutron
wait hol up, aye, hol up, aye, hol up, aye
let a n*gga come and switch up the flow
i’m not yo n*gga b*tch don’t call me yo bro
extended maag and it came with a scope
talkin sh*t bet i kick through yo door
140 and i’m takin yo hoes
matter fact b*tch i’m takin yo clothes
you better run before i take off yo toes
hol up aye, hol up
wait till a n*gga get bands
i’m takin yo b*tch put her right in her trance
n*gga got mad cause i stepped on his vans
i like yo hoe so i wanna be friends
i got the best jokes so n*gga i’m slayin
i don’t want her lil n*gga i’m playin
you better get her cause she thick and i’m slaying
[hook] baby neutron
wait huh
the feds at my door
n*gga so big that he fell through the floor
come here lil b*tch come and give me some more
n*gga want smoke so i shot at his bro
f*cked on his hoe yea she gave me some throat
n*gga talk sh*t put a hole in his throat
fresh out the pound my n*ggas on go
don’t make a sound keep this b*tch on the low
wait hol up aye, hol up aye
rob a n*gga then go f*ck up a show
kiss that lil b*tch she don’t want me no more
f*cked her sister cause she f*cked on my bro
n*gga want gas to the pounds
fly to the n*gga headed straight from the ground
that b*tch too much said she want some more rounds
i gave her 30 it’s enough for the gram
[verse 2] perry
wait nah
n*gga talk sh*t imma throw up them rocks
n*gga i fade tell yo man he can talk
all of them n*ggas ain’t running them blocks
i’m selling weed we toting them glocks
she riding my sh*t it was wet as a mop (wet)
ice on my neck f*ck that hoe then she left imma be on yo ass like a cop uh
n*gga you dumb you thought the beat was finna drop
i ain’t droppin out of school i know the money mean a lot
got cash on my arms
got my brother smoking pot
i be zooted as a cracker riding in a drop top
i got keyless
whips on me peep this
n*ggas on me peep this
sneak dissin v next
hop in the coupe be stoned and sh*t
i be lookin like a dog be boning sh*t
prolly perry with tech got zoned and sh*t
got like 50 bands and i’m boning this b*tch
rich n*gga in this sh*t i don’t wanna lie
got diamonds on my arm i ain’t gonna die
a banana looking b*tch imma get her fried
all these n*ggas talkin sh*t but they don’t know me
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