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trap swagg – i’m done lyrics

[intro]
yerp
(i’m f+ckin’ with this one, cmo)
uh+uh

[chorus]
i’m done takin’ jiggas, just took a half and i’m already p+ssed (yee)
i’m done rollin’ runtz, just smoked two blunts and d+mn near raked my whip (skrrt)
i’m done doin’ fronts and votin’ for trump, he must don’t wan’ be rich (stupid)
i’m done with three hundreds, arp me, that’s my favorite stick (baow, baow, baow, bah)
i’m done doin’ stunts, i’m all way up, so i’m gon’ send a hit (go, go)
he tried to run, i sent a blitz
they droppin’ somethin’, my jits legit (p+ssy)
ain’t stoppin’ nothin’, you started this (no)
come get you a real scholarship (come here)
[verse]
i’m a boss, so a b+tch ain’t gon’ tell me no (big boss)
i ain’t friendly, can’t no n+gga come and play me close (no)
try to cross, bet he get humped by a rope (p+ssy)
tired of bitin’ with bricks, swing his ass out the ‘bow (ha)
my bars like coke, i’ma give ’em some more (yerp)
fans be fiendin’, swear, give us the dope (yes sir)
ran outta heart, i finesse ’em my soul (got ’em)
i’m a trap god, i be givin’ them hope (trap)
really live what i rap, i put that on my mother (on god)
f+ck what they said, b+tch, it’s brother for brother
don’t aim with that drac’, you get caught in that jungle (roar)
i can make this one hotter than summer (hot, hot)
two sticks in his head, lil’ bro think he a drummer (brrt)
spinned on the fourth time, he thought it was stunna (4x)
i got a new cutter, it’s black, call it youngsta (cutter)
’cause this stick don’t talk, it st+stu+stutter (grrt, bah, bah)
when my folks pullin’ up on the muscle (four)
he ain’t tryna tussle, this stick came from russia (no)
lil’ bro with this sh+t like a plumber (lil’ bro with this sh+t)
he say he gon’ flush ’em, just tops on the plunger (i’m gon’ flush ’em)
my n+ggas steppin’ (steppers) and your n+ggas stumblin’
he run the pack through my hood, but he fumble it (get outta there)
i know i’m the one, gotta stop bein’ humble
big trap had the city on lock six seasons (big trap, trap)
don’t speak on my name if you one of my runners (p+ssy)
hatin’ on me, i get love from your mama (how you hatin’?)
big boss, b+tch, so you know how i’m comin’ (big boss)
n+ggas be hoes, this the same when i’m funny (n+ggas be hoes)
i said i’m done, they was sick to they stomach (ha)
bring up my name, but they switch up the subject (p+ssy)
i was the underdog, i got ’em upset (stupid)
kept my foot on they neck like a step, f+ck who up next (wham)
b+tch, i been up, better check my portfolio (yeah)
when i turnt up last month, you would think i’m a scorpio (ha)
got a lead in this b+tch, you would think it’s a rodeo (yes sir)
he just a wannabe hooper, romeo (p+ssy)
b+tch, i been broke, catchin’ packs like antonio (wham)
i call you son ’cause i feel like your daddy broke (ha)
you look up to me ’cause you know that your daddy broke (on god)
he couldn’t swim, he got put in the pedable (stupid)
still can’t come up, guess his latter broke (what the f+ck?)
glock with a d+ck, let ’em peach like it’s beta ‘bow (boom, boom, boom, boom)
beefin’ with me, i can tell he don’t know me, foe (stupid)
i ride with two chops, it’s like this tokyo (yes sir)
he could just keep the rope, pass me a water (let’s go)
he thought that was hard, well, i’m finna go harder (turn me up)
he get me a cut every week, you would think he a barber (extort sh+t)
he gon’ hide in the hood like a starter (vroom)
thick lil’ b+tch, take d+ck like a p+rnstar (come here, b+tch)
she said, “where’s the tip?”, she tel me, “go farther” (yerp)
got her callin’ me daddy, but i ain’t her father (wham, wham)
head so stupid, b+tch might be r+t+rded (stupid)
ain’t got no knowledge, but she got some mileage (shake it, d+mn)
i just might send this lil’ ho off to college (ooh)
i don’t want no model, no stripper or no stylist (no)
i need the drugs, swear it’s parlor for profits (trap)
[outro]
i’m done takin’ jiggas, just took a half and i’m already p+ssed (yee) i’m done rollin’ runtz, just smoked two blunts and d+mn near raked my whip (skrrt)
i’m done doin’ fronts and votin’ for trump, he must don’t wan’ be rich (stupid)
i’m done with three hundreds, arp me, that’s my favorite stick (braow, baow, baow, bah)
i’m done doin’ stunts, i’m all way up, so i’m gon’ send a hit (go, go)
he tried to run, i sent a blitz
they droppin’ somethin’, my jits legit (p+ssy)
ain’t stoppin’ nothin’, you started this (no)
come get you a real scholarship (come here)

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