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spur willy - trapping disease lyrics

[intro: w-lly jones]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
same n-gg- in this b-tch
grand hustle n-gg-
yeah
cag game this b-tch
yeah

[hook: w-lly jones]
b-tch please
when i wanna stay free
tattoo like cm b-tch i’m hot
can’t turn me up
500 degrees my block on fire
should’ve watched that on feed
but still want me i can’t do that
tell em where to do that att
got trap disease

b-tch please
when i wanna stay free
tattoo like cm b-tch i’m hot
can’t turn me up
500 degrees my block on fire
should’ve watched that on feed
but still want me i can’t do that
tell em where to do that att
got trap disease

[verse 1: w-lly jones]
i still can’t leave
where the f-ck am i gone go
understood my poke
gotta stack my bread (yeah)
i gotta stack my fetti (i do)
i gotta stack my doe yea all that money
cos in case you didn’t know
i get checks for show
in the trap gettin more
flipped from my hands ain’t dro
dope we’ll be broke

we got trappin the flow
they call that dropo
they call crock boy joe
grand doff gone flow
they call mediocre flip an take a n-gg-s sh-t they ain’t mastered yet
same n-gg- b-tch i’m at my check
leave right now i ain’t did that yet
just started rapping he ain’t heard the kid bout that
ctk that’s a kid boy check
ctc that’s a big boy check
i ain’t another n-gg- f-ckin with the kid boy yet
i ain’t trippin right now i ain’t did sh-t yet
trappin all the month we ain’t did that yet
tattoo like steve money meech got that
when i wanna stay free i ain’t did all that
say when you gone leave, i don’t know bout that
i’m a real street n-gg- where they do that att

[verse 2: remix bio]
say b-tch i’m plugged
my phone my trap
in the club on scr-p
pockets too deep
i’ma triple og
blow your -ss on rap
some of y’all cool
some of y’all lame
some of y’all lost an that’s a shame
i’ma give you a gang
my swag on boss
hundred acres
now give me room
my scope on zoom
bought a brick, an jan, worry
cos we too june
an that’s a flu
never look back
finessin em rats
i slap my b-tch
my n-gg- got this, my n-gg- got that
(bow)

[verse 3: rich gregg]
bentley coupe with no top swag i’m on some roof sh-t
vacuum concealed bags of this cash i really do this sh-t (yeah)
young n-gg- been sh-t longer whatssup with foolin sh-t
yea i get my grown man now aye no talkin check (rat)
21 an i’m still workin i ain’t seen a hundred yet (i’ma get it tho)
extra grams shorty be spendin more than laundromat (skrrr)
clearly i’m filthy rich
young walkin talkin bricks
clean hoe 36 don’t mind them n-gg-s dumby sh-t
i’m the one who run this sh-t
i’m always on my money sh-t
i’ve been it yo boss n-gg-s, all i know is cut the check
an fly with money meech i was goin over amisha
been trappin since middle school so now i got big bonds
them bosses sell big guns
they like where he this from
now show me some young n-gg-s that i ain’t sh-ttin on
my pockets on super extra
i’m f-ckin the baddest b-tches
an ridin the in sses all thanks to this d-mn kitchen
i’m rich!

- spur willy lyrics

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