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$teven cannon - fund$ lyrics

[hook]
you don’t wanna come to the trap (to the trap)
yeah we got guns in the back (guns in the back, ay)
mama lost her son to the trap
put a bomb on his back, we gon’ storm through the back, ay uh
you would get hit for a rack, ay uh
i promise you a l!ck, that’s a fact, ay uh
brand new whip, with the tags
mercedes s cl-ss
180 on the dash, ay uh

[verse 1]
n-ggas think i care about they wife (’bout they wife, ay)
i ain’t tryna f-ck yo’ b-tch in ice (f-ck yo’ b-tch in ice)
i just want the tech, with the sprite
jolly ranchers on the side i want the phantom sittin’ nice
i ain’t never had n0body going half on the brick (half on the brick?)
chef curry in the kitchen getting caught with the stick
pop a molly for the rush when i be hitting a l!ck
then pop a xan so i can sleep, jesus lord i repent
i be cruising, living, past looking for hoes (looking for hoes)
tired of n-ggas in my circle that be doing the most (doing the most)
saran wrap up the album, then i’m hitting the post
sour patch, diamond wrist, what a beautiful quote (beautiful quote)
i know i know, i need a shortie that’s gon’ come with the c0ke (come with the c0ke)
if i give her twenty thousand she won’t buy a new coat (buy a new coat)
then have a b-tch give me head in the back of a ghost
then give this unfaithful b-tch back to back to the roads, ay

[verse 2]
(b-tch ay,) these b-tches want a n-gga for the clout
how a n-gga talk sh-t but don’t no money come out? (uh)
the xan just dropped, now i’m stuck on the couch
don’t a n-gga move or i’ma blow this b-tch out
ion give a f-ck i put a bomb on a cat
n-gga messing with my money hit his arm with a bat (arm with a bat)
see you know the protocol we gotta storm through the back (storm through the back)
see i’m aiming for that money you gon’ [?], uh
i don’t even know why i f-ckin’ rap (why i f-ckin’ rap)
i done came a long way from the motherf-ckin’ trap (motherf-ckin’ house)
i can’t deal with the cr-p unless i make a couple racks
used to cruise with a bat now upgraded to a strap
rolling out the pound house, smelling like a cat
fifty new accounts and had a dollar bounce back, my n-gga ay

[hook]
you don’t wanna come to the trap (come to the trap)
yeah we got guns in the back (guns in the back)
mama lost her son to the trap
put a bomb on his back, we gon’ storm through the back, ay uh
you would get hit for a rack (for a rack), ay uh
i promise you a l!ck, that’s a fact (you a motherf-ckin’ l!ck), ay uh
brand new whip, with the tags
mercedes s cl-ss
180 on the dash, ay uh

- teven cannon lyrics

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