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daylow dev - back to the trap lyrics

b-tch

wavegang sh-t man

[verse 1: daylow dev]

aye n-gga whats the deal, n-gga how u feel man
aye on the block with trill, bouta go refill xans
hoe go and hit the door
give a f-ck if you meant guwala searching for more, and i got the master plan
b-tch on the real, off that lean hoe watch me k!ll
a’int speaking my lingo no conceal
n-gga real quick to pull that steel, n-gga go quick to go reveal
off of that pill, i’m swerving that wheel
it be so real that i get my meals
did a lot of sh-t you just done a little, godd-mn
said tripping, i a’int trippin catch me ballin scottie pippen
weak -ss whip
b-tch i’m still whippin’ the f-ck is you doing im hitting and you missing
actavis sippin, pimp -ss flow n-gga watch my limping
with two hoes, n-gga on my clinton feel my vibe, do as i’m feeling
fishing the sea, you know that i’m reeling
punani drilling, two foam cups and you know i a’int spillin
top laid back, where the h-ll is my ceiling
mind so gone man i’m loving this feeling
ask how i’m feeling, you know its a million
car running up so its back to pavillion
car running up, that my camo chameleon
i do the most, cause i know my sh-t brilliant

[hook]
cause i’m off of that good good
wildin’ out in my [?]
catch me out in that same hood
posted up get your frame shook
mouth piece, get your chain took
did this sh-t, i’m gonna claim up
claiming that i done changed up
changed up, n-gga change what?
back to the m-th-f-ckin trap, (trap trap)
back to the m-th-f-ckin trap, (trap trap)
back to the m-th-f-ckin trap, (trap trap)
back to the m-th-f-ckin trap, (trap trap)
back to the m-th-f-ckin trap, (got lean lean)
back to the m-th-f-ckin trap, (got slow-mo)
back to the m-th-f-ckin trap, (got green green)
back to the m-th-f-ckin back to the m-th-f-ckin

[verse 2: trill sammy]
money real tall like shaq, had to get back to the trap
16 ounce pour the whole d-mn thang
i could get it all right back, og gas smoking on pressure
hundred bands stuffed in a dresser
benjis’ on benjis’ i dont need a f-cking job
you can call me sammy hugh hefner
only drink lean not liquor, i don’t wanna take no picture
i don’t wanna smoke your weed, i just wanna count up cheese
had to get back to the h, mcm dripping of my waist
b-tch only good for the face, make her throw it back like whoa
man these goofy b-tches i on go
b-tch i need them bands for a show
sell it for the low, just hit me on my cell
smoked a whole zip, i don’t need no scale
all up in your face that’s while they working with 12
so i gotta keep a caution with these n-ggas
cause i just keep on balling on these n-ggas
catch the planes like i’m randy moss up on with these n-ggas
[?] twins they my favorite hoes
i’m pimping b-tches and the baby your’s
i’m smoking kush with my neighbors though
i skrrt off in a mercedes hoe
your b-tch a thot, cause all her babies bro

[hook]
cause i’m off of that good good
wildin’ out and my goons would
catch me out in that same hood
posted up get your frame shook
mouth piece, get your chain took
did this sh-t, i’m gonna claim up
claiming that i done changed up
changed up, n-gga change what?
back to the m-th-f-ckin trap, (trap trap)
back to the m-th-f-ckin trap, (trap trap)
back to the m-th-f-ckin trap, (trap trap)
back to the m-th-f-ckin trap, (trap trap)
back to the m-th-f-ckin trap, (got lean lean)
back to the m-th-f-ckin trap, (got slow-mo)
back to the m-th-f-ckin trap, (got green green)
back to the m-th-f-ckin back to the m-th-f-ckin

[verse 3: daylow dev]
feeling like whoo
probably got no paper, b-tch i got that juice
all my sh-t brand, y’all fruit n-ggas loom
y’all be so plastic, i’m realer than you
live what you talk, stay true to your roots
kunah mutatta, these b-tches gone choose
yes i’m a baller, i pay what it do
i hop out that coupe, yes what it do?
i can’t draw with no n-gga, i’m a winning -ss n-gga
had to growl, had to shiver
before i got hold of that skrilla
now i flex, let me flex
don’t mean to do it, a’int trying to impress
it come with that check, come with that check
but as you suspect, i just ain’t the rest, h-ll nah
my boy say “don’t trap where you stay” ( don’t do it!)
these b-tches easy, no need for influence
that money be coming, they speak my name fluent
keep moving choo choo, a nine mili booming
just ordered kicks and them b-tches just flew in
i go hit some l!cks, you can say i be goonin’
just ordered some kicks and them b-tches just flew in
living life large, you ain’t never gon’ do this

- daylow dev lyrics

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