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blocboy jb, hoodrich pablo juan & sada baby - trap neva closed lyrics

[blocboy jb]
i ride with it
still keep that nine on my side with it
had a gun in a shootout, you hide wit it
what you wanna get high with it
you keep on taking pictures with that little bitty gun
you gun f-ck round an die with it
new murcielago , b-tterfly doors
what you n-ggas need, know the trap neva closed

[hoodrich pablo juan]
cubans at both of the doors
i [?] the player that play with they nose
plug just came in with a load
too late to get it its already sold
n-ggas dry snitchin don’t stick to the code
i fly with my vvs , i rose on my gold
got it on my lap , don’t keep it in the console
backwoods 3.5, i’m rolling gelato
c[?] all that f-ck sh-t, n-gga
catch me a body on defense n-gga
12 hit the door i ain’t see sh-t n-gga
trapped out apartments i came out the cement n-gga
dope in the cabinet an we serve out the kitchen
told me give hugs not drugs i ain’t listen
no love in the streets i don’t love these b-tches
im going ot, [?]

[sada baby]
i be in my trap house 24/7
at the front and the side door with the mac 11
serving crack rocks from h-ll, send a dope fiend to heaven
young dog keep it strapped, doing everything but telling
he’ll rob your lil n-gga, take what he selling
ima f-ck your b-tch cause i heard that u jealous
ill bust your sh-t you keep looking at my fellas
ill spin this chop clip look like propellers
my main b-tch caramel , her best friend vanilla
sippin purple, spinning green, and my percocets yellow
blocboy a crip ima blood from the [?]
hoodrich hood and im hood just like him
[?] should be strapping any n-gga tryn fight him
gotta keep 100 round on us, whole game icy

[blocboy jb]
gloc 19 and i’m good with the ar’s
blocboy be the painter yeah i pull up and i spray cars
your baby daddy still got a day job
we be in the trap whipping dope till it [?]
ar-15 , no .22 tec
and the smith, i got .22 but i don’t run a [?]
i got b-tches up in brooklyn like i play for nets
why you shoot him in the face, that n-gga played with the set
hit a n-gga in the face with the gauge make a mess
fill a n-gga up with the lead like i’m taking a test
throwing bullets you like dez bryant waiting on a catch
by any means imma get mine n-gga that’s a bet

[hoodrich pablo juan]
paper cuts, counting that money all day
who is that, answer the door with the k
i fly to la then i drive to the bay
i buy 100 bands, i get 50 on my face
don’t go to the club , all my n-ggas in sp-ce
i need prescriptions i signed up for medicaid
trapped out i don’t even know no other way
[?]
just added stones to my cartier’s
i put christian dior on and it ain’t even sunday
i make her eat it up entrée
i sold that dope to my auntie

[sada baby]
i got rose gold on my front t–th
let my chopper take care of that one beef
yo’ gang 12, 21 jump street
i won’t give a b-tch nothing she f-ck me
send him up to god he bummed me
i will send him to his grave he asked for it
i dump this b-tch at the task force
allie-ooped that b-tch off the gl-ss board
i got bop sticks on the sideline they loaded
we drop sh-t , do it all the time they know it
thot b-tch acting like she mine i don’t know her
i ain’t tell [?], no hoe can expose me
vs1 chain on you should do the rosery
white b-tch snort top side give that hoe a nose bleed
bussin down back woods at the pistons game floor seats
[?] every time i shoot, [?]

- blocboy jb hoodrich pablo juan sada baby lyrics

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