prolly perry – trapstars (feat. baby neutron) lyrics
[intro]
go f#ck with that prolly perry sh#t
[hook] baby neutron
wait huh
the feds at my door
n#gga so big that he fell through the floor
come here lil b#tch come and give me some more
n#gga want smoke so i shot at his bro
f#cked on his hoe yea she gave me some throat
n#gga talk sh#t put a hole in his throat
fresh out the pound my n#ggas on go
don’t make a sound keep this b#tch on the low
wait hol up aye, hol up aye
rob a n#gga then go f#ck up a show
kiss that lil b#tch she don’t want me no more
f#cked her sister cause she f#cked on my bro
n#gga want gas to the pounds
fly to the n#gga headed straight from the ground
that b#tch too much said she want some more rounds
i gave her 30 it’s enough for the gram
[verse 1] neutron
wait hol up, aye, hol up, aye, hol up, aye
let a n#gga come and switch up the flow
i’m not yo n#gga b#tch don’t call me yo bro
extended maag and it came with a scope
talkin sh#t bet i kick through yo door
140 and i’m takin yo hoes
matter fact b#tch i’m takin yo clothes
you better run before i take off yo toes
hol up aye, hol up
wait till a n#gga get bands
i’m takin yo b#tch put her right in her trance
n#gga got mad cause i stepped on his vans
i like yo hoe so i wanna be friends
i got the best jokes so n#gga i’m slayin
i don’t want her lil n#gga i’m playin
you better get her cause she thick and i’m slaying
[hook] baby neutron
wait huh
the feds at my door
n#gga so big that he fell through the floor
come here lil b#tch come and give me some more
n#gga want smoke so i shot at his bro
f#cked on his hoe yea she gave me some throat
n#gga talk sh#t put a hole in his throat
fresh out the pound my n#ggas on go
don’t make a sound keep this b#tch on the low
wait hol up aye, hol up aye
rob a n#gga then go f#ck up a show
kiss that lil b#tch she don’t want me no more
f#cked her sister cause she f#cked on my bro
n#gga want gas to the pounds
fly to the n#gga headed straight from the ground
that b#tch too much said she want some more rounds
i gave her 30 it’s enough for the gram
[verse 2] perry
wait nah
n#gga talk sh#t imma throw up them rocks
n#gga i fade tell yo man he can talk
all of them n#ggas ain’t running them blocks
i’m selling weed we toting them glocks
she riding my sh#t it was wet as a mop (wet)
ice on my neck f#ck that hoe then she left imma be on yo ass like a cop uh
n#gga you dumb you thought the beat was finna drop
i ain’t droppin out of school i know the money mean a lot
got cash on my arms
got my brother smoking pot
i be zooted as a cracker riding in a drop top
i got keyless
whips on me peep this
n#ggas on me peep this
sneak dissin v next
hop in the coupe be stoned and sh#t
i be lookin like a dog be boning sh#t
prolly perry with tech got zoned and sh#t
got like 50 bands and i’m boning this b#tch
rich n#gga in this sh#t i don’t wanna lie
got diamonds on my arm i ain’t gonna die
a banana looking b#tch imma get her fried
all these n#ggas talkin sh#t but they don’t know me
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