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thankgod wrld - don’t believe me lyrics

dont believe me
just sold the trap house
bought the beach house
then flew the squad out
heeey
we just sold the trap house
heeey
we just sold the trap house

run it
lap it
gun it
clap it
get money
trappin
it’s funny
laughing
punch it
jab it
told her i’m coming
grab it
jump it
rabbit
dump it
bag it
rip takeoff
dabbin
i’m on my way up
off the atlas
my bro put the weight up when we wrap it
i’m callin my j up
he estatic
i’m holding the k up
if it’s static
close up shop when done stackin
close my pot
pack up we travelin
so much gwop we up
we havin
dont believe me
just sold the trap house
bought the beach house
then flew the squad out
heeey
we just sold the trap house
heeey
we just sold the trap house

way too hot
said the spot
got way too hot
play monopoly on your block
now the fiends got a new place to shop
yea
got a brand new k new chop
n++++ gon die
i ain’t tryna even box
hit it all night
i ain’t tryna eat box
ima jackass
like johnny knox
keep a blackmask
all the time free scr+p
get the bag bag
i been tryna leave the trap yea
i was acting like i ain’t even rap
trappin had to move the whole spot
cross the map
yea
back then
we was sippin on act
now i’m sippin on wock
got too much gwop
they was tippin off cops
so we closed up shop
yea
put new stones
in my watch
need the two tone
i ain’t gon stop
got two phones
one for the block
one for the thot
i’m the rb how i run the rock
hoes be on me and they come in a flock
they play cod where i’m from with the shots
lil baby on me i don’t wanna be her pops
they hated on me they don’t want me to pop
just like the lean they just want me to drop
what do you mean when you say you gon ride ?
you know ima ride til the day we gon rot
yea
til it go down like jock
used to have loud in my sock
if they run down i fire
if the jakes run down then i’m out
she open her mouth like ah
and if i feel t++th then i sock her
4th money we moving like mobsters
like pasta steak and lobster
and ya b++++ tryna kick it like soccer
and you know we can’t f+++ with them oppers
in school had weed in my locker
now we gotta do the whole thing proper
yea

- thankgod wrld lyrics

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