gosha guppy - trap a lot lyrics
[verse 1]
d+mn, i’m takin’ them drugs again
i need to pop a perc so bad, i wanna float again (float again)
but this paper flow, makin’ plays like money man
i need to call the phone and claim the cash, one thousand bands (that money)
my parents seen my bank account, they like, “what’s happenin’?”
“you gettin’ all this money quick, like, do you trap again?”
i’m like what you think? we unified like mexicans
i’m tryna level up, be like the colombians
[chorus]
oh you trap a lot? i think that you cap a lot (yeah, yeah, uh)
oh you cook your pot? let me flip and sell the rock (get that money)
i got profit margins, you n+ggas is on the clock (yeah, yeah, uh)
say you wanna trap, do the dash and keep the glock (got that glocky)
[verse 2]
a beautiful day to get robbеd, i’m up in your hood (a beautiful day to get robbed)
seen your big sis likе, “shawty, what’s good?”
let me take you out, i’m up to no good (up to no good)
she said she know i’m bad but not that i’m hood (not that i’m hood)
brooklyn, we rich again
pimpin’ her and her friends
famo, let’s run it again
i’m flippin’ the money, it’s comin’ again
ap, i’m filthy rich
merch by stanley, two bricks
caught up, he went to france
pardon my french, let me f+ck on your friends
[chorus]
oh you trap a lot? i think that you cap a lot (yeah, yeah, uh)
oh you cook your pot? let me flip and sell the rock (get that money)
i got profit margins, you n+ggas is on the clock (yeah, yeah, uh)
say you wanna trap, do the dash and keep the glock (got that glocky)
[verse 2]
go get some money, then count up with your friends
save some of that cash and then just flip it again
put some in robinhood, then pray for the best
get you rich money, cayman island the rest
godd+mn, made two bricks, how are you flodging again? (flodge, flodge)
my venmo is hot, i had to cashapp the bread (oh my god)
why are you drooling? got a bonnet on your head
these n+ggas is sleep ’cause they lack on their bed
[chorus]
oh you trap a lot? i think that you cap a lot (yeah, yeah, uh)
oh you cook your pot? let me flip and sell the rock (get that money)
i got profit margins, you n+ggas is on the clock (yeah, yeah, uh)
say you wanna trap, do the dash and keep the glock (got that glocky)
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