mediumjay – trapping gloves lyrics
[hook: mediumjay]
deez my trappin gloves (x2)
i ain’t trappin less i’m rockin with deez handsome gloves
x2
[verse 1: based jesus]
deez my trappin gloves, i’m a thug
i ain’t give a f-ck i get some love from yo f-ckin slut
go off to the club, you there or not
i don’t care b-tch i’m motherf-ckin god
give it all i got, i be sellin pot
but secretly i’m sellin them crack rocks
i don’t give a f-ck, bed rock
got my cocaine pulsin through it’s city veins
i’m insane in the membrane on cocaine
you wanna f-ck with my shit
i don’t care i’m in a mosh pit
with a b-tch named katey cruize
don’t care about you, what ya do
i don’t care cause i’m a jiggaboo who
got a lotta cash, gotta lotta -ss
got a girl in the club only objective is to smash
that’s what i’m talking bout, don’t care about your mouth
i’ma put your mouth deep down south
you talkin shit you better walk it
you better stop it
other wise i’ll lock it and pop it
as i break it, as i take it
and make shit happen with yo body
you can’t walk, you can’t see
you can’t even beat me
[hook]
[verse 2: mediumjay]
back of the whip, stacking the chips
comin equip with them trappin mits
immaculate chick, she be after the d-ck
but i’m too busy just straight breaking a brick
i ain’t deal with these fiends less my gloves on
i ain’t take em off unless the drugs gone
she ask why i never do love songs
cause i’m too busy makin these thug songs
general sarg, post at the mall
pushin the cause, while cookin in cars
duckin the laws, straight grippin my b-lls
what i slipped in my jaw
give me life if i get caught
bag breaks i’m trippin b-lls
no evidence at all with the gloves on i sweat not
[hook]
[verse 3: mediumjay]
focusing still, smokin some k!ll
poking through pills, tell yo folks they can chill
we ain’t make no deals, man these guns fo real
so any young nigga with heat know he bout to get k!lled
niggas can’t chill and b-tches can’t even
holdin’ down the west coast with my nigga steven
riding through roads, findin new dope
copped a paint job straight fresher than soap
cooking this c-ke while booking these shows
looking through scopes with a fine tooth comb
word to the wise, serving up guys
flippin deez birds the ones that can’t fly
[hook]
[outro: mediumjay]
hittin the herb while i’m fingerin her
rippin through earth like my d-cks in the dirt
(x2)
that’s disgusting
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