quatho - fresh out the trap lyrics
[intro: quatho]
jesus (n+gga)
[chorus: quatho]
and you can’t tell me sh+t, i do it because i want, ho (yeah, uh)
fresh out the trap, i’m pullin’ up with my gun on (woah, yeah, yeah)
and you can’t tell me sh+t, i do what the f+ck i want, ho (n+gga)
i said i’m fresh out the trap, i’m pullin’ up with my gun on
[verse 1: quatho]
poppin’ sh+t, slidin’ down figi’, i’m gettin’ jiggy (uh)
carats on my pinky and earrings, i’m gettin’ chilly (woah)
jesus piece, protect me and my enemies (yeah)
please don’t let these n+ggas bump into me (woah)
bump d’artiste late night, musical therapy (yeah)
bust, ching, bling+bling, you can’t f+ck with me (uh)
og, lonely, i hit the brodie (yeah)
hе told me go to sleep, i got a nosebleed (uh)
holy sh+t, now i’m duckin’ the policе
o.e. in my system, mixin’ with codeine (yeah)
tattoos all on my body, these n+ggas know me (uh)
quatho, q+u+t+h+o blanco
rolando, flame gang, everything, on my mom, though
real sh+t, real crip, even my mom know
built a mini+bike with an engine off of a lawn mo’
funkos, hundred staccks, your favorite uncle (n+gga)
[chorus: quatho]
and you can’t tell me sh+t, i do it because i want, ho (yeah, uh)
fresh out the trap, i’m pullin’ up with my gun on (woah, yeah, yeah)
and you can’t tell me sh+t, i do what the f+ck i want, ho (n+gga)
i said i’m fresh out the trap, i’m pullin’ up with my gun on
[verse 2: chasegreenbandino]
i twist a n+gga like a bow tie
like a show, i’ma go live
i say it’s up, my shooters gon’ slide
money callin’, i’m talkin’ both lines
no nba but this is show time
i’m ’bout that action, i’m on go time
big crip, but i f+ck with slime
hundred rounds, got it soundin’ like a drum line (yeah)
i make her say my name like beetlejuice
skeet+skeet+play with that p+ssy, peek+a+boo
bang+bang, i’m thinkin’ thoughts, i need a freak or two
money callin’, gotta get it, i can’t sleep with you
[chorus: quatho]
(uh, n+gga, b+tch)
and you can’t tell me sh+t, i do it because i want, ho (yeah, uh)
fresh out the trap, i’m pullin’ up with my gun on (woah, yeah, yeah)
and you can’t tell me sh+t, i do what the f+ck i want, ho (n+gga)
i said i’m fresh out the trap, i’m pullin’ up with my gun on
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