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montana 700 - trap ain't dead lyrics

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[intro]
(cook up, cartel)
n+gga, the feds just hit, n+gga, i ain’t goin’ to the hood right now
n+gga, you stupid? get off my phone

[pre+chorus]
trap closed seven days (seven days), everything hot (hot)
the feds just hit, i ain’t goin’ back to the block (i ain’t goin’)
only thing that they found was a scale and some pots (and some pots)
finna pop it on they ass, i just cashed another watch (ha)

[chorus]
i’m the biggest in this sh+t, n+gga, trap ain’t dead (it ain’t dead)
i done told him ten times, you lil’ n+ggas just scared (just scared)
had to move the stash spot, bro called a code red (a code red)
lil’ bro tryna smack somethin’, he start choppin’ off his dreads

[verse]
how i’m ‘posed to leave this sh+t when i really made a k!llin’? (i made a k!llin’)
made some money off the rap, but i love drug dealin’ (i love it)
racks in a shoebox, tryna stack it to the ceiling (i’m tryna stack it)
i just came in off the road, now i’m back vacuum sealin’
i done showed him what it is, ain’t gotta ask me how i’m livin’ (ain’t gotta ask me)
up a ticket on the ‘gram, they gon’ say this n+gga trippin’ (this n+gga trippin’)
i done finally went legit just in case the feds listenin’ (the feds listenin’)
but i still be on that block, you can catch me in that kitchen
you can catch me in that trap, somewhere workin’ on that stove (on that stove)
i ain’t f+ckin’ with no pot, n+gga, i’m gettin’ it out that bowl
i just served the whole hood from the cliff to the grove (to the grove)
tired of talkin’ ’bout this sh+t, lil’ n+gga, it’s gettin’ old (it’s gettin’ old)
[pre+chorus]
trap closed seven days (seven days), everything hot (hot)
the feds just hit, i ain’t goin’ back to the block (i ain’t goin’)
only thing that they found was a scale and some pots (and some pots)
finna pop it on they ass, i just cashed another watch (ha)

[chorus]
i’m the biggest in this sh+t, n+gga, trap ain’t dead (it ain’t dead)
i done told him ten times, you lil’ n+ggas just scared (just scared)
had to move the stash spot, bro called a code red (a code red)
lil’ bro tryna smack somethin’, he start choppin’ off his dreads



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