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Trap-A-Holics bitch
I just drank my last cup now I'm spazzing out uh
Niggas want beef we pull up with AR's and we attacking now uh
I came from point fives in a bambú sheet but i'm having now uh
I can fit 5 grams of that top tier za in a backwood now uh
Might get my hands dirty while I'm making a play but I'm not backing out uh
The feds they think I'm a demon how I be talking backwards now uh
I told that lil bitch to cool it I make more bread than your daddy now uh
I light up a ten gram cone it's hitting my lungs like Pacquiao uh
All these trees in my blunt and you still can't hit I'm not branching out uh
You not gonna mess up my blunt lil bitch you got lipstick on your mouth uh
Need a ref cuz my za too foul
The smell fill the room it's way too loud
I'm up in the air she want me to come down
The plug won't text back no I can't calm down
I'm marrying codeine writing my vows
I'm feeling like Goku flying on clouds
We pull up in a monster that bitch growl
I don't need a chauffeur I drive it around
Trap-A-Holics bitch
I'm giving you niggas a two for one I ball like Kobe and D Rose
Don't try me pussy I stay with that tech lil nigga I'm Robbie Shapiro
That bitch wanna talk but I gotta hang up I gotta get that dinero
Got so many pints that I coulda bought me more ice than Sub-Zero
I'm on the block making bread off junkies selling that Jared Leto
When I pull out the racks the hoe start telling me she got a deep throat
I get too high but I'm breaking a barrier I need me a blunt plus three more
I'm a rich junkie lil nigga I just got ash all on my Dior
You not sipping real lean your cup is full of make believe
Bitch I'm "Not Like Us" around Drake there ain't no playing me
I'm tryna pour this cup up without spilling please get away from me
Like I just caught Sosa off a building I be saving kief
I got clientele I'm on the corner like Shawn Springs
Stand on my double cup and give a headbutt to Yao Ming
These seven six two's some Red Bull they send you up with wings
When I'm on my planet I make my drugs bow down to me I'm a king
The engine got horses feel like a jockey
You hear the whip kicking that bitch know karate
My blunt is a giant Jeremy Shockey
Genghis Khan my shooter got bodies
The four five on me gon' be his last dance
You broke niggas come off the bench Trey Lance
The junkies the love me they singing me chants
The gun too heavy gotta pull up my pants
Cooking that dope I done ran out of pots so f*ck it I use a pan
I shoot so much that the gun overheats I need me a goddamn fan
The bullets they flying and made of steel get hit with a Superman
I took this beat put a muzzle on it then I killed it off a xan