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r.n.o.t.m. – secure the trap lyrics

hook: (momo)
i been on this road countin’ blue stacks
if i lose it all today, watch me bounce back
get it out the hoe, she get nothin’ out this trap
if she tuckin’ them strips, she get stretched like a cramp
.45 make a little n-gga bounce back
my youngins in the trap really ’bout that
gotta get the bag and secure the trap
play with my money, you get stretched like a cramp

verse 1: (momo)
ay, yeah i get it out the mud
n-gga try to take mine
ima fill him up with slugs
young n-gga really wildin’
cause i’m all about my bucks
if it ain’t off a b-tch, then i get it off the drugs
same n-gga since day one, ain’t sh-t changed
do it for the money, give a f-ck about the fame
but i be up in these streets, you can ask about my name
had the last n-gga cryin’ when he reached out for my chains
n-gga pillow talkin’ to the b-tch about me
lil n-gga, you don’t really wanna test me
just for speakin’ on my name, she gone throat me
have yo’ b-tch give me face like emojis
p-ss her to the lil homie on some gang sh-t
lil n-gga, you in love with a lame b-tch
man these lil f-ggot hoes so useless
only good for the throat and them blue strips
gang!

verse 2: (3rd)
ain’t no b-tch in my game
you’ll get stretched like a cramp
i only roll with goons
got my demons in the back
all trigger happy
you get smoked like a pack
all headshots, sendin’ slugs at yo’ cap
focused on my paper, stack my blue strips
if she ain’t about a dollar, then the b-tch is useless
all my n-ggas solid, n-gga we don’t do the loose lips
sucka n-gga tryna claim my gang, n-gga foolish
young n-gga stay on mix the fanta with the hi-tech
couple n-ggas want my head cause they know i’m up next
or they just mad cause they b-tch gave me neck
made her slurp me cause i didn’t want the rest
sucka n-ggas want the fame, we just want the bag
count up the blue and watch it stack
really really ’bout it ain’t no doubtin’ that
if i ever lose it best believe it ima get it back
yeah!

verse 3: (maja)
b-tch i’m like some cajun sauce, hot sh-t
nice whip, copped it
switchin’ like some topics
im kettle corn poppin’
like stale chips, i go hard
invest in me, like state farm
b-tch f-ggin off, you used to
i’m in her ear like bluetooth
old school, new whip
she suck me like she toothless
and then i give her dueces
and scratch off in some new sh-t
fightin’ with the cookie had me feelin’ like i’m lucious
learned yo’ mans ain’t yo mans
if he be tellin’, how you do sh-t
was chillin’ with some n-ggas, really you ain’t even cool with
crazy how i’m scr-pin’ ’round with who i went to school with
crazy how i’m scr-pin’ ’round with who i share my stew with
play offense on defense cause everybody choosin’
i’d be rich if i had a nickle for every n-gga losin’
love change in the game, fall a victim or get through it
told my homie if his b-tch out of pocket, ima do it
every n-gga taught me, still ain’t even capable to do sh-t
maja!

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