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gmg – trap back lyrics

[intro 1: big freak]
(ambulance)
uptown shit, this freak, man
you f-ckin with gudmoneygang

[verse 1: big freak]
look! dead presidents i with it
step out the trenches, yo b-tch want me to visit
watch how i hit, then quit it
sorry but savin’ is not a part of my religion
i fly with the fishes, i’m countin’ em digits
(?) veteran, boy you beginning’
f-ck is you trippin’
n-gg- we winnin’
come from the city
where n-gg-s be k!llin’
and n-gg-s is livin’ like f-ck n-gg-s feelings
i go hard inna paint like griffin
talking about squad but you ain’t wit tha business
24 squad like jordan, pippen
take your b-tch, in your broad is the witness
kush from the starter, i brought from the finish
and if he’s an opp, then you pop just to k!ll it
your b-tch gave me (?), it just simple division

[intro 2: quan from gmg]
d-mn, give it to em, one time (gang)
look look, hahaha

[verse 2: quan from gmg]
i’m about
i’m about to k!ll all these local -ss rappers and turn em to fossils
sometimes i feel like i should spare em
i talk to lil spubbs
we go to talk to the counselor
whole gang in charge
[?] on this bang
we pullin these licks
they say this shit hot so we chill out for days
polar bear on my wrist
i ocean spray in your b-tch
my words are slur
my vision is blur
cause i’m leaning off activis
the moment that i leave
shawty has a fit
she don’t understand
why i’m on this rip
i told her, it’s weed, lean, & pills [?]
n-gg-s approached me, he said he had shit to express, not a problem [?]
my man did the rest
aim 50 shots at your vest
that’s how you get shit off your chest
that’s finesse, at it’s best
no jj khalid[?] for real
all of my n-gg-s are real
already smackin’
i’m already leanin’
so, f-ck it might as well
pop me a pill
i want my trap back
n-gg- i want my trap back
my n-gg-s is shooters
they aim at your forehead
they come at your snap-back [?]
the moment you leave
we creep on that
we pull up in jeep’s or the pontiac’s
we never on sleep
we in somatic’s
gmg tha gang, do you copy that?
gang!

[intro 3: lil spubbs from gmg]

i want my trap back
n-gg- i want my trap back
lil spubbs, daaamn
i want my trap back
n-gg- i want my trap backkkkkkk

[verse 3: lil spubbs from gmg]

the hood lookin’ weak
ah memory lay rest and peace
lucky seven’
we posted a front of the carter
smoking dope right in front of cameras
my n-gg-, free gee, he do not do no stall
and straight for them hammers
shawty just gave me her number
cause i got some money and gammas
she lovin the way that i smile
and she love my c-cky -ss style
hit me a lick for 4 pounds
ain’t no going broke now
i want my trap back
he’s the pick city guyy
come shafa[?] bones outta that
re-rolling, bobby filled with pack
take your b-tch, give her back
i retired from going smack
brew n-gg-s can’t pay for that
my pockets be fat
while they still flat
n-gg-s be snitching and become a wrap[?]
the gang do no talking while he do that
lil spubbs run the bang but she been knew that
and love with the money i married that (gang)

(dancing to the beat)

- gmg lyrics

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