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paperboytripz - real trappers lyrics

[intro: rokky]
([?] made it)
(erik)
(man like [?], uno)
if—, if yo—, if—

[chorus: rokky]
if you’re lookin’ for real drillers around sum
real trappers, you found one
lost it all till i found some
you can do this without dem
how you gonna start a war, then play the victim?
send my little bruddas ’round there with a big ting
real drillers around sum
real trappers, you found one
lost it all till i found some
you can do this without dem
how you gonna start a war, then play the victim?
send my little bruddas ’round there with a big ting

[verse 1: rokky]
yo, young boss, real g in the makin’
they think i might be rap cappin’, but i think they’re really mistaken
packs landin’ in the ends, don’t hold her hand, she was shakin’
got my youngin’s jerkin’ food and they ain’t even jamaican
yo, in dxb with barbies, we’re just doin’—, yo
on floor forty+two, like come and see the view, yo
how could you be baggin’ food, watchin’ [?]
make the money off+white, but i still run them louis too, yo, check it
[verse 2: maroc]
i stand on business, i don’t gossip like these b+tches, yo
said they wanted war, so we brung it, then they started snitchin’
i told my brudda, “get this money, you can’t play the victim”
but i can’t preach, when i was young, i used to never listen
and your opinion on my name, i couldn’t care less
he said he was a g, got checked, didn’t pass the test
vvs around my neck, yo, it’s nothin’ less
anytime that brizzy lands, i double up and make it stretch

[chorus: rokky]
drillers around sum
real trappers, you found one
lost it all till i found some
you can do this without dem
how you gonna start a war, then play the victim?
send my little bruddas ’round there with a big ting
real drillers around sum
real trappers, you found one
lost it all till i found some
you can do this without dem
how you gonna start a war, then play the victim?
send my little bruddas ’round there with a big ting

[verse 3: paperboytripz]
step inside my trap, i can show you ’bout some bando stuff
rambo tucked, anytime we slide, ain’t tryna caprisun
my little slime, my savage one, what can i say? i taught him well
[?] my feet hurt, baby, that’s what trappin’ does
to stig it on a drivin’ ban, drippy like a fireman
no, we k!lled ++++ ++++, so i dare man don’t light the gang
i just pray for money, more waps and some time on hands
if i get touched, i know my sc’s gon’ slide for man
b+bite my hand, ’cause i’m about to spray if i see ’em
free [?], free zeds, the police need to free ’em
might send that boy to [?] ’cause he said that he a demon
i still bang it on the bait and i don’t care about a reason, yo
pull up with your b+tch, got her screamin’, yo
pull up on the strip, i ain’t seein’ her, keep the board
then i hit the road, tryna see some [?]
and i got beef with bro, back my .9, he had thought that he’d seen a ghost
[outro: tag]
(erik)
(man like [?], uno)

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