acekeed - trap lyrics
acekeed
(yo you know trap is what we do for a living)
trap trap trap trap trap trap trap let’s go
acekeed [verse1:] trapping is my hobby
i’m texting in the lobby
21 n-ggas are about to trap the line
i put my city on
the think that i’m a thug
i brought my self from the bottom moving to the top(yeah)
hunnid on my wrist
sipping on a tech(shades)
your bxtch can not afford
the diamond’s on my neck(prr)
chilling with my plugs just like the vvs be chilling(shaa)
shinny gold slugs cause my money just be counting(prr)
for the shots i do it standard(ace)
my respect aiming loyal(loyal)
i smash a lil bxtch and i make her p—y wet(trap)
chorus: trap trap trap trap trap trap trap trap trap trap trap trap trap trap trap
acekeed [verse 2:] the told me i should be the princ-p-l of trap school(yeohw)
my record aiming higher
although i’m not messiah
jehovah rama shama he be making me decided
you listening to my flow
i know there you be smiling
you be swinging, kneeling hanging beating up the haters
they hate that i’m a trapper
i trap back then in school
back in hood and church and everywhere i go i trap (trap)
hit it with the flows then you know a ni–a trap (trap)
chorus: trap trap trap trap trap trap trap
acekeed [verse 2:] yo i made it outta high school down to the college
a lot of n–as on the stage that you performing
claim to be your friends
but no 1 enemy
live it up to me for i’mma call em frienemies
i got a lotta n-ggas in this trap game with me
got twelve he be trapping trapping this world
armani he be vibing and be trapping to me
ree quan brought up the thang yo up in this sh-t
although i had the dreams n-gga burst it open
we brought the main keys to this b-tch can never snitch
92 flows 92blows
trap came in like a new doe u might load
trap house trap alive bundles from the trap
young ni–as count my packs hustling from the racks(shoes)
real ni–as keep it real no faking line
real b-tches are insane yo i need my time(time)
trap got you to the cloud
big on big ain’t no proud
real plugs split around
fake ni–as hide their pound
while me i got my sound
trap sound
listen man
i’m sound ace
listen b-tch i need sp-ce
listen money need to chase
no more sh-t no more crack
i see profit no more loose
yo this b-tch i can move
where the money i can spendwhere the chains
i’mma hang
where the bentley i’mma drive
where the gucci i’mma wear
where the party we gone rock(trap)
chorus: trap trap trap trap trap trap
acekeed (i’m gone)
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