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kenzo str8drop - trap flow lyrics

[verse 1]

look, i’m calling this the trap flow
gps tracker on my ankle still at the crib, whipping at my nans stove
the glock didn’t come with, i made this rubber handle it gives less of a kick when i slap it at an angle
i need a brick press with a straight drop stamp for when i trample on them
i push blades in chests and i do it often, me and them are not alike
all i see is block oppers sharing opps means less or nothing still can hold copper

she can’t hold this bread if she don’t hold my strap
she ain’t ever holding d+ck but she can hold these packs
i don’t really pay no tax they got my whip remap
f+ck a stash spot, i’d rather make this hypo clap
bi+carb mix the cocaine dance bro can flex if he owes me bands
you can’t bro i’ll slap on tax, if not bro i’ll slap on blacks
talks long i’ll get your section crashed
i used to bat in rentals now i’m blacklisted, still tell them it’s rented but i copped this b+tch
nuttin less than 35 and you can cop this brick
i’m next up, gis an m still wouldn’t snap this sim
been 6 years and i’m still hitting old chris, back then i was beating 20s out of stolens, luke still stinks like he ain’t washed since 010, his mum smokes crack too, both on a joke ting
mo thinks a 2 on 2s 40 cause he brings drinks, can’t lie that tenner’s kinda worth it cause the phone stings
your phones dead cos your crack ain’t got coke in, [?]
chopped so many z’s still my stack don’t match
if i fell off i got plugs i can put on plates fast
bro the roley weren’t to flex, if was if i go brass
i can swap it for a brick and hit the strip and go mad

[verse 2]

i’m calling this my trap flow
i was getting busy in the bando while you was out flexing for a daft hoe
i was cooking dumplings, he’s p+ssed cos his b+tch knows we does this, she risk it for one night on f+ckery
i call that b+tch my trap hoe
her ex gets trappy but it’s cap though, she knew when she seen all these trap notes
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i got this air bnb for a month told bro i’m hands off but this crack getting cooked
love it when i get the call like the packs nearly up
ain’t no standard line bro this trap phones nuts
no clutch in this b+tch only drive dsg’s
got the mileage blocked i don’t buy cat d’s
came from a corsa, now they ask if it’s leased
trap boys are upset tryna find where i sleep
really put in shifts me and darts in the red ting green on a mid, still f+cked if the feds spin
broken drive, but me i’m on a next ting, smoking x5’s round stocky in a dead ting
hitting 120’s while i’m tryna push my pebs up
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pilot sports bro it grips when the feds come
been on the run while there telling me i’m next up
got my covid mask cos of face recognition
can’t book me for shows, that’s dumb not slipping
tell them keep that bag i make more off a kitchen
cook crack in hotels then bro goes missing
feds keep taking cars that’s a trap boy tax
so we insure cats in sh+tters when banned
bro i’m done with dingers, need a 4 door lamb
i ain’t pushing p bro i’m pushing packs

- kenzo str8drop lyrics

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