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big moochie grape - trap a lil harder lyrics

[intro: big moochie grape]
gigantic
(let the band play)
big moochie

[chorus: big moochie grape]
yeah, trap a lil’ harder (trap, trap)
spot in the hood, that b+tch jump the carters (trap, trap)
stop f+ckin’ ratchets, then switched to the models (i switched to the models)
b+tch call me daddy, but i’m not her father (uh+uh)
n+ggas be b+tches, they don’t want these problems (they don’t want these problems)
soon as a lil’ n+gga start, we gon’ stop him (they know we gon’ stop him)
youngest og, send my homies, they marchin’ (my homies, they marchin’)
lit in this b+tch, i might start me an arson (might start me an arson)
walk in this b+tch and we get this sh+t poppin’ (yes, sir, we get this sh+t poppin’)
[verse 1: big moochie grape]
b+tch, and i’m havin’ sh+t my way (my way)
hop in the kitty cat, make it go sideways (skrrt, skrrt)
post in the trap from a friday to friday (on god)
hit his ass up with the heat, yeah, we call it a fry day (fah)
been with the sh+t before mysp+ce (uh+huh)
vvs diamonds, they kickin’ like they do karate (kickin’)
every day for me a payday (yeah, b+tch)
deposit my checks, yeah, i’m big paid
young n+gga fresh as h+ll, sharp like a switch blade (sharp)
l!ck her real good, now she call me her sensei (l!ck her)
servin’ that hard just to go and get the rent paid (rent paid)
k!llers on payroll, do ’em bad, get a raise (get a raise)
new chain, new whip, yeah, i’m a young rich slave (young rich)
catch a n+gga down bad, then he get slayed (get slayed)
f+ck all that rappin’, i’m slidin’ with k’s (grrt)
stuck in my ways (stuck in my ways)

[pre+chorus: big moochie grape]
nah, i don’t f+ck with you f+ck n+ggas (f+ck n+ggas)
pull up, the chopper, gon’ cut n+ggas (cut n+ggas)
send me a blitz and my youngin’s, they comin’ to rush n+ggas (rush ’em)
heavy artillery crush n+ggas (fah, fah)
love all my n+ggas for life and you know that i’m stuck with ’em (i love ’em)
sit in the trap and make bucks with ’em (yeah, money)
king of east haiti, go ask the hood, they know what’s up with ’em (what’s up with ’em)
i’m a big dog, you a pup, n+gga (you a pup)
[chorus: big moochie grape & big scarr]
yeah, trap a lil’ harder (trap)
spot in the hood, that b+tch jump the carters (we gon’ trap)
stop f+ckin’ ratchets, then switched to the models (i switched it up)
b+tch call me daddy, but i’m not her father (woo)
n+ggas be b+tches, they don’t want these problems (they don’t)
soon as a lil’ n+gga start, we gon’ stop him (uh+huh)
youngest og, send my homies, they marchin’ (yes, sir)
lit in this b+tch, i might start me an arson (hot)
walk in this b+tch and we get this sh+t poppin’ (uh, let’s go, get this sh+t poppin’)

[verse 2: big scarr]
flippin’ and stackin’ the profit, might take out the tec, put a hit on the target (hit on the target)
supercharge out of the dark (phew phew), we used to ride ’round with them sticks in the parlor (sticks in the parlor)
you know i’m all ’bout a dollar (bread), you play with my bread (my bread, my cheese), then it’s gon’ be a problem (gon’ be a problem)
they copy my flow ’cause i’m hotter, these n+ggas lil’ boys and i’m really they father (i’m really they father)
can’t internet beef (uh), really deep in the street (nah), can’t no n+gga say i’m tryna dodge ’em (’cause i’m tryna spark ’em)
still’ll pull up on ab with the real ones me, tryna see what’s the problem (see what’s the problem)
christian dior on my feet (christian, my feet), but i’ll still post up with them k!llers and robbers (k!llers and robbers)
i know some n+ggas that crossed me, they already know that i—

[pre+chorus: big moochie grape]
nah, i don’t f+ck with you f+ck n+ggas (nah)
pull up, the chopper, gon’ cut n+ggas (cut ’em)
send me a blitz and my youngin’s, they comin’ to rush n+ggas (they rushin’)
heavy artillery crush n+ggas (grrt)
love all my n+ggas for life and you know that i’m stuck with ’em (on god)
sit in the trap and make bucks with ’em (bucks)
king of east haiti, go ask the hood, they know what’s up with ’em (the king)
i’m a big dog, you a pup, n+gga (you a b+tch)
[chorus: big moochie grape]
yeah, trap a lil’ harder (trap, trap)
spot in the hood, that b+tch jump the carters (trap, trap)
stop f+ckin’ ratchets, then switched to the models (i switched to the models)
b+tch call me daddy, but i’m not her father (uh+uh)
n+ggas be b+tches, they don’t want these problems (they don’t want these problems)
soon as a lil’ n+gga start, we gon’ stop him (they know we gon’ stop him)
youngest og, send my homies, they marchin’ (my homies, they marchin’)
lit in this b+tch, i might start me an arson (might start me an arson)
walk in this b+tch and we get this sh+t poppin’ (we get this sh+t poppin’)

- big moochie grape lyrics

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