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RedRoomFooly - Trapperz (ProdbyOhShitRy) Lyrics



RedRoomFooly - Trapperz (ProdbyOhShitRy) Lyrics




I remember back in the days I never changed up
Never changed up only changed my lane up
In the booth all I really do is flame up
Pull up and you know I got that thang tucked
I'm never biting the flows
I think their just jealous cause I steal the shows
But back in the day I used to pimp these hoes
Don't love em but f*ck em you know how it goes
And that's how they roll
Ya Betta get the chedda baretta gone pick ya head up
But that man in the trunk is rocking like heavy metal
Hit the pedal when you spinning stay focused and pick yo head up
Cause this 100 round drum garenteed to flip his bed up
I gotta get this butta...
My lady she know I love ha
If you touch ha I'ma go and get the cutta out the cubbard
Bulletproof walk-in round the streets witta pole
45 in the back pack and it got a scope
I'ma be a problem hotta than siracha
Get the lama put to your baby's father
Step in muddy waters.marchin wit my potnas
Know some lil homies wit them big yoppas
Ithe man in my city like I'm j raines
I hold it down for my dawqs on the JPay
Gun smoke no joke homie mayday
I got some MGs and they move when I say
Coca coca arm and Hammer damn
Whipping in the kitchen frying spam
Stacking bread tryna get a lamb
If you biting just release my hand

Drip too cold I gotta stick to the code
And I gotta keep it solid never turn on the bros
Whipping in a foreign riding down Melrose
I gotta bad bitch from her head to her toes
Poppin champagne pouring
Papi had to place another order
Smuggled drugs all across the border
Nothin but sharks off in that water
Pause...you know I gotta flip shyt
Kickflip. I be sliding like a rip stick
Whos dis. Shawty sweeter than a dip stick
Lipstick . Pressed all against my dick print
Inches...drop a opp till he flinches, twitches
Walk-in round with some sticks and we Call em switches
We don't f*ck witcha kind cause you always switching
Heard it through the grapevine you the one that's snitching
I'ma be a problem hotta than siracha
Get the lama put to your baby's father
Step in muddy waters.marchin wit my potnas
Know some lil homies wit them big yoppas
Ithe man in my city like I'm j raines
I hold it down for my dawqs on the JPay
Gun smoke no joke homie mayday
I got some MGs and they move when I say
Coca coca arm and Hammer damn
Whipping in the kitchen frying spam
Stacking bread tryna get a lamb
If you biting just release my hand
This red room shyts expanding
Moonrock got me on another planet
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I remember back in the days I never changed up
Never changed up only changed my lane up
In the booth all I really do is flame up
Pull up and you know I got that thang tucked
I'm never biting the flows
I think their just jealous cause I steal the shows
But back in the day I used to pimp these hoes
Don't love em but f*ck em you know how it goes
And that's how they roll
Ya Betta get the chedda baretta gone pick ya head up
But that man in the trunk is rocking like heavy metal
Hit the pedal when you spinning stay focused and pick yo head up
Cause this 100 round drum garenteed to flip his bed up
I gotta get this butta...
My lady she know I love ha
If you touch ha I'ma go and get the cutta out the cubbard
Bulletproof walk-in round the streets witta pole
45 in the back pack and it got a scope
I'ma be a problem hotta than siracha
Get the lama put to your baby's father
Step in muddy waters.marchin wit my potnas
Know some lil homies wit them big yoppas
Ithe man in my city like I'm j raines
I hold it down for my dawqs on the JPay
Gun smoke no joke homie mayday
I got some MGs and they move when I say
Coca coca arm and Hammer damn
Whipping in the kitchen frying spam
Stacking bread tryna get a lamb
If you biting just release my hand

Drip too cold I gotta stick to the code
And I gotta keep it solid never turn on the bros
Whipping in a foreign riding down Melrose
I gotta bad bitch from her head to her toes
Poppin champagne pouring
Papi had to place another order
Smuggled drugs all across the border
Nothin but sharks off in that water
Pause...you know I gotta flip shyt
Kickflip. I be sliding like a rip stick
Whos dis. Shawty sweeter than a dip stick
Lipstick . Pressed all against my dick print
Inches...drop a opp till he flinches, twitches
Walk-in round with some sticks and we Call em switches
We don't f*ck witcha kind cause you always switching
Heard it through the grapevine you the one that's snitching
I'ma be a problem hotta than siracha
Get the lama put to your baby's father
Step in muddy waters.marchin wit my potnas
Know some lil homies wit them big yoppas
Ithe man in my city like I'm j raines
I hold it down for my dawqs on the JPay
Gun smoke no joke homie mayday
I got some MGs and they move when I say
Coca coca arm and Hammer damn
Whipping in the kitchen frying spam
Stacking bread tryna get a lamb
If you biting just release my hand
This red room shyts expanding
Moonrock got me on another planet
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Writer: William Comber
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RedRoomFooly - Trapperz (ProdbyOhShitRy) Video
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Performed By: RedRoomFooly
Length: 2:40
Written by: William Comber

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