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drego & beno - trap back lyrics

[intro: beno]
haha
ayy, huh
they wanted me to get in that one bag, though
ooh

[verse 1: beno]
i’ma put you on game
you been thinkin’ ’bout them blues, them inbox on your brain
heard you was lookin’ for me, had them hitters give you a fade
i’m in the back of the back of the trap servin’ them j’s

[verse 2: drego]
oh, you chris brown and tyga, you addicted to fame
i’m worried ’bout gettin’ paid, yeah, gettin’ the cake
i’m worried how he whip the water, tell him don’t leave the k
my lil’ n-gga shoot the bag, he came from minimum wage

[verse 3: beno]
my young dawg off a perc’, n-gga itchin’ and waitin’
i can’t take you over there because them bricks in the bas-m-nt
say the wrong sh-t to me, i leave your sh-t on the pavement
ayy, you still with that n-gga, and he writin’ them statements

[verse 4: drego]
ayy, lil’ blood from down the street? he be catchin’ them bodies
he gon’ pull up in a hottie, hit the lights on armani
he got this gutter b-tch with him, he be clyde-ing with bonnie
he got the oven mitt with him, can’t leave no prints when he slidin’

[verse 5: beno]
that sh-t hurt for the mollies
but it’s all gon’ be worth it when you makin’ that profit
i could tell you ’bout this one ho, how i met her in onyx
and my n-ggas still in the trenches, they trappin’ and wildin’
i be stylin’, profilin’, my b-tch, she look like a model
and i can sell more quarter pounders than mickey mcdonalds

[verse 6: drego]
he tryna cheat me out my lean, pourin’ in baby bottles
i know exactly how to play it, i brought the medicine bottle
she know exactly how to play it, she gon’ suck it and swallow
oh, you ain’t gon’ suck it and swallow? b-tch, shut up and gargle
my n-gga trippin’ in the club, he done punched up some bottles
we caught the opps leaving the club, we ’bout to fill ’em with hollows
so many rounds, we ready to sing, n-gga, like american idol
creep ’round the corner with them beams, them n-ggas screamin’ and hollerin’
my lil’ n-gga be doin’ them scams, he know way more than i do

[verse 7: beno]
and you can pull up and get served, man, this sh-t like a drive-thru
my n-ggas backin’ piru, shots hotter than thai food
i can’t show you how i move but i can show you how i move
you end up all on fox 2, man, hit that with a times two
all that shoot ’em up, bang bang sh-t, n-gga, that’s not you

[verse 8: drego]
it’s a silencer on this stick, this b-tch sayin’ hachoo
them bullets flyin’ by your head, leave your sh-t like caillou
you think you coaching basketball, you gon’ play a n-gga
you should know better than to play with the boy money, he gon’ lay a n-gga
he gon’ catch you slippin’ and line your -ss up, boy, like them hair clippers
you don’t know the n-gga, he’ll do your -ss broad day, he don’t know nan’ n-gga

- drego beno lyrics

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