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lump davinci & trauma - tear it up lyrics

[intro: trauma]
she keep telling me to tear it up, boy
let’s go, yeah, yeah
uh, it’s trauma
i’m in here with seanry, you know the vibes
this sh+t just gon’ keep happening
it is, uh

[chorus: trauma]
she keep tellin’ me to tear it up, boy, she don’t know that that’s a no go
ain’t no talkin’, we gon’ square it up, boy, slap a n+gga like the big show
d+mn, n+gga, what do i owe?
plug chillin’ in my spot, bro
i keep tellin’ ’em to air it out, boy, give his nickname flacco

[verse 1: trauma]
clique chillin’ in the back, bro
give a signal, then they act up
i think it’s time for bro to back up
if you thinkin’ ’bout attacking me, boy, then you better have some back up
i swear you better havе the stacks up
’cause i’m tryna get his pack took
lookin’ likе i picked the rack up
she tryna take me over finish me, boy, i don’t think that i could lack, uh

[verse 2: lump davinci]
uh, i don’t think that i can lack, uh
i’m slidin’ in, it’s very known that i do
i’m making plays while i’m breakin’ the rules
i’m on a mission, i’m straight to the loot
i used to press for responses and texts, now lil’ shawty gon’ slide like she comin’ in two
i feel like a ticket, i’m locked in the booth
i’ll make a scene from the back of the room
i ain’t gon’ trip ’cause they know i’ma boom
stomp on a opp, blow his ass to the moon
smokin’ this pack, we gon’ light up the room
i been up late night perfectin’ the moves
change up the shot, gotta chop when i shoot
ball in my hand, they want me at the u
uh, i swear it don’t matter if they want a problem
tell me slide on his ass and i got him
that’s my dawg, we came up from the bottom
i make sure if i’m on, then he poppin’
for the racks, i do damage, i promise
slide in five with the gang, super solid
at the top, i’m the one in my column
[chorus: trauma]
she keep tellin’ me to tear it up, boy, she don’t know that that’s a no go
ain’t no talkin’, we gon’ square it up, boy, slap a n+gga like the big show
d+mn, n+gga, what do i owe?
plug chillin’ in my spot, bro
i keep tellin’ ’em to air it out, boy, give his nickname flacco

- lump davinci trauma lyrics

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