duwap kaine - sega trappin' lyrics
[intro]
n-gg-s be some copies
why these n-gg-s lovin’ thotties?
n-gg-s wanna watch me, n-gg-s wanna f-ckin’ plot on me
d-mn
[verse 1]
young duwap at the trap for the allowance
got a bad b-tch, i took her home and now i’m drownin’
shorty got a fat -ss, yeah that booty bouncin’
yes i thank god for the bands that i’m countin’
higher than a plane, i take filght on the mountains
wake up in the morning just to see my accountant
n-gg-s sneak dissin’ on the goat, i won’t allow it
run up in his crib, take everything ’cause i’m childish
rollin’ up blunts, back to back
you know i keep this mac (keep this mac)
i blow it to yo’ back (yo’ back)
it’s gon’ crack yo’ neck (crack yo’ neck)
ayy, wait a minute (wait a minute)
let me put some weed up in it (some weed up in it)
ayy, don’t get offended (don’t get offended)
ayy, you want some beef i’ll send it, yuh
[verse 2]
b-tch my chopper, [?]
doing-doing-doing, hits in a red ferrari
i’m off the lean, and i’m off the molly
dr-drivin’ crazy in a mazerati
bad-bad b-tch wit’ designer shoes and a big booty and a nice body
maga-magazine clips, got the blunt dipped, and i got the pistol wit’ the shotty
fly-flyin’ high like a seagull, my n-gg-s tote desert eagles
you pull up it’s over, my chopper gon’ act evil
pop a n-gg- like a pimple, aye, shoot it straight at his temple
my-my bullets gon’ sizzle, man iswear this sh-t too simple
my diamonds frosty like a igloo
my clips shootin’ on triple
my-my wrist so icy, it look like a crystal
i bought a dime, but i smoked a nickel
my pistol blowin’, it sound like a whistle
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