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plabon carter - ##trap kastle lyrics

[intro]
what?, what?, what?, what?, what?, what?, what?, what?

[verse]
i’m in the crib and i’m smokin’ on dope
n+gga wan’ play and i’m uppin’ the scope
run up the racks, i get cash on the low
aim for his head, put a hole in his fro
if he keep drank we is knockin’ the door
yeen cool, n+gga, you ain’t my bro
countin’ up racks, look like almighty so
honey backwoods, we is smokin’ all day
smokin’ on runtz, take that b+tch to the face
these n+ggas talk tough but ain’t showin’ they face
if you talk down you a opp just like jace!
hit him with gl!cks, if he lay he get maced
put on a mask, i ain’t catching no case
n+gga hire a hitman, you better count your days
glock got a switch, yeah, it swing both ways
if ain’t no wock, n+gga pourin’ up tris
hire a hitman, he smokin’ on shhh..
young n+gga ran up the racks, he get blessed
these n+ggas g+y, thеy is wearing a dress
choppa hold 60, get hit with thе lead
what?
can’t trust these n+ggas, these n+ggas move fed
if i catch you lackin’, n+gga, end up dead
n+gga you know it’s a drum in my gat
if i pull up with the glock i’ma spat
i steal yo wock n+gga, it’s just that
you can’t do sh+t, n+gga, end up dead
pull up with sticks, man, that glock got a scope
if he move wrong n+gga uppin’ the pole
[outro]
slime carter certified
trap castle
what?
y’all n+ggas fessed up
get y’all messed up
and we blessed up

- plabon carter lyrics

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