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bandchasindee4x - traptalk (feat. jankyyantt) lyrics

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fourteen servin a dummy fourteen servin a junkie
i get the pack off like a blitz run up on me and get hit me and

jankyyantt yea we came from the trap n+gga trappin so hard not a day
i can slack n+gga said he trappin hard he ain’t gettin no packs n+gga
ima f+ck on his b+tch ima take her to saks n+gga uh uh which one

you want got the moon rock or the crunch n+gga this sh+t potent i’m smokin on za boy
i think that i’m floating ya b+tch negging the d+ck told that b+tch keep chocking d+mn

i’m pulling they cards glock 19 send a n+gga to the stars cap in yo rap
you ain’t doing them bars if i’m doin the crime

then i’m taking the charge i got the moon rocks and the zips
i got the glock n+gga in my hip thinkin i’m birdy sh+t’ll get you hit
ima walkdown turn that boy to the l!ck

he talking too much give em shots to the fit he tried to run up
and got hit in his sh+t g19 and it’s stuffed ina dip i
play with them sticks but i ain’t cracking no stones

breaking her back and breaking her bones uh pop me a perc just to get in my zone
hit off once now look how he gone i’m taking that risk never in bond

feeling like brady how i threw up the bomb f+ck a toe+tag shoot at his arm
spent on his block and i’m heavily
armed uh he got on that car he ain’t think that i peeped it 223’s n+gga watch
how i creep sh+t i beat from the back

then i nut then i leave it all of this pressure the junkies keep feining
i’m making these plays like madden an i’m up next b+tch n+ggas know
that i’m having my streams looking good n+ggas know
i’m living lavish he got shot in his head

collateral damage so many b+tches they stay on my d+ck
and i don’t wanna f+ck just choke on my johnson i ain’t
shy with these glizzys b+tches know that i’m awesome ant
throw up that pack n+ggas know i’m gone moss em i nut on that b+tch then i toss em

i 95 in the lanes i lost em and i feel like kyree with the stick yea i crossed uh yeah
score on a opp i’m leaving my vick knock the opp out the park shots start firin bullets tore em apart he drawing them tips like he major in art on

my way to the top ain’t no way i can flop and i’m smoking on gas sh+t
smelling like fart and i’m taxing a birdy 75 for a cart d+mn bruh
you taxing a lot they don’t know a lil n+gga had to

get it from the block i’m pushing these weights and i beat up the block
serve a zip for the low hit i’m swervin that drop purple punch for the low yeah
i get it a lot d+mn shawty fake lunchin put the paint to his top

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