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embis - my trap song lyrics

[intro]
yeah, you already know what’s going on
we ’bout to do some lyrical content man
well, kinda lyrical
embis, you can’t do this to ’em, man

[verse 1]
look, aye, uh
first beat i ever made
tweaking off the lemonade
money getting made, bills getting paid
but the haters stayed, y’all are throwing shade
but you played hard ’till it all fell apart
then you flip the card cause you wanna be a part of my record label, set the table, that’s a fable
i been roasting the beat ever since i was able to safely enable my sk!lls and make ’em stable enough to go on this label
(whoa, look)
but i’m unable to control my ankles
so i mangle the beat and bring the heat, uncontrollably
take a seat, there’s no defeating me, i am a beast
just kidding i probably suck compared to some other rappers i’m probably ruff
that’s enough, unlock the cuffs ‘fore this gets tough
please know that: i’m a snapper not a rapper and your a yapper not a clapper
y’all be popping pills and popping pistols filled with pellets
i’m not jealous, i’m just worried for you fellas
take that task right back to k!llas
‘ya feel us? acting like the realest but you really in your feelings
no k!llings, no dealings, no steal-ings
‘ya mad now i bet
come at me, bro, come to my show
better yet, come to my home
look at the art for lies, i’ll cut them ties
you see that? that’s my address
now come and get me man if you wanna get press, depressed

[hook]
trap song, i ain’t wrong
hundred girls all the dong
money way too long, clout is way to strong
trap song, trap song
money way too long
trap song, trap song
clout is way to strong

[verse 2]
uh, aye
black hoodie with a white tshirt
smashing a white teacher
i am the preacher, they call me a leacher
that don’t mean i’ll eat your blood, but i’m blood
b-ttercup, never off the cup, when i’m up, when i’m all xanny f-cked
put em in the truck, no luck, but i’m all tucked
ready to duck, ready to duck
ready to duck, yeah
ready to cuff, ready to puff
vaporize into nothin’, i’m puffin’, not cuffin’
on my wrist bout a dozen
i know you hate it, debate it, buy you can’t change it
i’m sorry i blow
i know you won’t see me, i go
i know you don’t like how i flow
thotty she suck me and go
body all covered in gold
look at my watch it got sold
ooh
look at me, watch how i’m bold, ooh
book at the show we throw dough, uh
cook, and you already know
smoking on that freshly grown
yeah, 1 mixtape, 1 album
no singles, no jingles
just little sprinkles of talent
i spit gallant, its not a challenge
the way that i’m headed, you get beheaded
’cause i’m ahead of you and i’m jumping on your bed
bathing in bread
almost the same but instead, your company’s covered in red, accompanied by your dread
’cause all you said was that you would win, and i would loose
look what god choosed
that’s all old news
now you wanna boost?
buy you some shoes?
your screws must be loose
views the situation as that i can be used
your blowing my fuse
i’ma go snooze
and continue growing in my sleep
and keep going to show that i’m blowing
and the money keeps flowing

[hook]
trap song, i ain’t wrong
hundred girls all the dong
money way too long, clout is way to strong
trap song, trap song
money way too long
trap song, trap song
clout is way to strong
trap song, i ain’t wrong
hundred girls all the dong
money way too long, clout is way to strong
trap song, trap song
money way too long
trap song, trap song
clout is way to strong

- embis lyrics

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