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“trap seasons” - lil c-note lyrics lyrics

[intro]
ayy, gang, gang, slatt (slatt, slatt)
baow, baow, yeah, what? (baow, baow)
big c+note, man, we wildin’ (yeah, yeah)

[verse 1]
b+tch so f+cked tryna suck me dry, head twisted as h+ll (skrrt)
street’s f+cked, n+ggas k!ll friends, lil’ n+ggas can’t tell (baow)
back whеn we was on bikes, made n+ggas duck our fists, for rеal (grraow)
f+ck the past, hop the fence, four deep, ridin’ with steel (yeah, yeah)
rappin’ sh+t gettin’ old, i spit raw, you know the feel (slatt)
don’t ask how i’m doin’, as long as i got drugs, i chill (woo)
bail out, he run, i chase, catch that ass, leave him ill (baow, baow)
hit his back, spine snapped, watch his punk ass hit the hill (grraow)

[chorus]
f+ck a opp hoe tryin’ to set me up, backdoor wide (baow, baow)
send any b+tch my way, she come back shook, tell her suck my d+ck (skrrt, skrrt)
me and lil’ cuz ridin’ out, only two of us, who the f+ck gon’ drive? (grraow, grraow)
told y’all, i don’t f+ck with no fake n+ggas, y’all ain’t my kind (slatt, slatt)
every dog got his day, sh+t take time, we gon’ grind (yeah, yeah)
i don’t rap, i just talk my sh+t and make it rhyme (woo, woo)
do i want the chopper? glock? f+ck it, i can’t decide (baow)
sh+t so f+cked, can’t cry, my tears dried, i don’t hide (uh+uh)
[verse 2]
f+ck your clique, f+ck your crew, we gon’ smoke that ass (baow)
jump your gate, hit your top, leave your brains on the grass (grraow)
f+ckin’ hoes, they all fake, i need real ones that pass (slatt, slatt)
pop a x, mix with lean, fly high, we ain’t last (yeah, yeah)
f+ck the fiends, f+ck the snakes, they gon’ learn real fast (skrrt, skrrt)
count the cash, flip the packs, stack it up, make it last (baow, baow)
f+ck the opps, f+ck the law, slide through your block, we blast (grraow)
ayy, n+gga try me wrong, he gon’ feel that rat+a+tat, fast (slatt)

[chorus/outro]
f+ck a opp hoe tryin’ to set me up, backdoor wide (baow, baow)
send any b+tch my way, she come back shook, tell her suck my d+ck (skrrt, skrrt)
me and lil’ cuz ridin’ out, only two of us, who the f+ck gon’ drive? (grraow, grraow)
told y’all, i don’t f+ck with no fake n+ggas, y’all ain’t my kind (slatt, slatt)
every dog got his day, sh+t take time, we gon’ grind (yeah, yeah)
i don’t rap, i just talk my sh+t and make it rhyme (woo, woo)
do i want the chopper? glock? f+ck it, i can’t decide (baow)
sh+t so f+cked, can’t cry, my tears dried, i don’t hide (uh+uh)

- trap seasons lyrics

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