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lil bibby - trapspots lyrics

[intro: lil bibby]
bibby frank, why they tried to rob her?
i got a job for you, meet me in the lobby

[bridge: lil bibby]
take my card
trapspots, i got trapspots (i got trapspots)
turn my momma house into a trapspot (to a trap, ay)
in my hood, sh-t like black ops (sh-t like black ops)
[female]
(-oh my god, who’s this? l b?-)

[hook: lil bibby]
look!
shootouts in my hood, sh-t like black ops
turn my momma house into a trapspot
ay, trapspot, i got trapspots
look, trapspot, i got trapspots
look, margiela all kinda flavors (maison margielas)
you ain’t tryna f-ck, b-tch i’ll see you later! (i’ll see later!)
ayy, look. keep a gat, that’s a fact (that’s a fact)
ay, turn my momma house into a trap, ayy

[verse 1: lil bibby]
you know i like a hood b-tch, extra boujie
took her from mcdonalds, got that lil b-tch eating sushi
make her hold my toolie, we ain’t going to no movies
tell em even if you pay her, she ain’t f-cking with no goofy
look, cooling with my pluggie sniffing raw (sniff that sh-t, ay)
leaning with my shooters sipping raw, ayy
lil shorty 19, i like her jaw. ay (i like her jaw)
swear she swallow everything, man shorty raw. ay (she got a gift!)
my young-ins thirsty waiting on that call (on that call, ay)
i nod my head and they gon’ knock ya off, ay (knock ya off, ay)
shorty got an -ss and it soft, look (and its soft, ay)
and she gon give her last to a boss, ay (to a boss)
on the e-way i’m just thinking about the past, how…
living with my momma i was f-cked up on my -ss, how…
i was out of town, i made my momma sell my bags out
bout to buy her that new whip, i know you like that jag, ma
(get that whip, ay)

[hook: lil bibby]
shootouts in my hood, sh-t like black ops
turn my momma house into a trapspot
ay, trapspot, i got trapspots
look, trapspot, i got trapspots
look, margiela all kinda flavors (kinda flavors)
you ain’t tryna f-ck, b-tch i’ll see you later! (later!)
ayy, look. keep a gat, that’s a fact (that’s a fact)
turn my momma house into a trap, ayy

[verse 2: lil bibby]
(cookin’) (cookin’)
cooking ramen noodles out the crack pot
tell me why i get har-ssed by the black cops
you could keep that, take my young-ins like them black glocks
goofy capping out the oneway, then he got shot
n-gg-s sending threats but never see it through
riding through the night, they start shooting at my vehicle
my young-ins need some work don’t make me put a key one you
pull up with them sticks now candles lit
man, r.i.p to you

- lil bibby lyrics

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