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trapbo' chad - ratchet lyrics

back in ya face with all new track
pack in the bag got ash in my lap
back in the jams, more tax from the man
drop ya like a phone putta a crack in frame
put a latch on the can so ya can’t get out
ima needa cigarette cause i just i ran out
ima needa put my cash in the bank
and yo girl gotta
homie im straight out in the ville
trapbo chad kinda high on the real
stackin my bread way over ya head
im in the game you on the side lika ref
tryna talk sh-t you could say it to my left
hookin my shot and it drops in the net
coughin my lung up out of my chest
cops on the watch f-ck, you know the rest

trap to the bo get the bong packed skrrrr
drivin kinda slow cause the po tryna scope
blurred is my vision, my mind on the goal
get cash, keep that…
slingin my dope like its cash for the gold
got me a little i started off broke
homie rolled 4 now we lighten em upppp
yooo girrrll gotttaaa
im on the road and i gotta packed bowl
middle the city im trap to the bo
now im more focus you can’t track it down
better look up and hope that i come down
figure it out while im tokin that sour
too much smoke in the air to be grounded
im smiling about it
you claimin you bout it but homie i doubt it

back in the booth with a cone pack yerrrrp
steady smoking onat homegrown trim
high flights jet’s under my brim
trapbo chad witcha boy khanflik
im outdoors got my newport lit
too smoked out ina two door whip
in the lead and im the rookie
yo b-tch gotta
kush smoke rollin bet its loud
nah hol up im gon roll it now
don’t trip over this in the lead now
trapbo chad smoking them trees down
no more practice no more patience
im chasin this down around the town
if i gotta i prolly try to keep my weed down

i don’t need no

man ima sh-t on em, rippin the skrilla til none of its left
but a little one hit of the best of the medical
cesna properlers im flyin im high n im over the rest
im coughin up both of the lungs in my chest
im sayin well f-ck it im getting my rest when i die
top of the game like the dot to the “i”
f-ckin yo girl while im high in the sky
my combo a biggie no ice in my sprite
smoking the best for the rest of my life
finish ya girl then i sleep in the sky
tired of lyin im fired for life
gimme ya cash ima flip it in fact
break you piece when i double it back
rollin the pack after breakin her back
get the stick outcha -ss man

- trapbo chad lyrics

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