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traphardswagg - black box pt.2 lyrics

[intro]
man, this sh+t wd
man, what the f+ck?

[hook]
since 15, i was blowing my missle
free act wick, he’ll hop out and get you
i’m in the back of the glen, and i’m totin’ my pistol
hop out on a n+gga, this sh+t’ll get physical
15 bands, that’s just to get rid of you
she in my view, she told me she like it
her n+gga a bamma, i’m way too icy
i f+cked her friend, now the b+tch tryn’ fight me
sh+t went left, shoulda never rode a bike
go the lane, tryn’ crack me a dyk+
i’m riding with tall, bro wrong if he right
i’m whippin’ this p, n+gga, i ain’t tryn’ fight

[verse]
let me head off the top
we got switches, drac’s, and glocks
i’m choppin’ my feet, them n+ggas kick rocks
i’m wds, i’ll walk on they block
hop out with 50, let’s drag on the opps
sit on yo’ father, i’ll drag on your pop
big wd, i’m really the heart
i’m f+ckin her off percs, she telling me stop
kick my door, move out my way
i’m chasing him down, n+gga, i ain’t gon’ play wit ’em
they way we mix ’em up, you woulda thought dr. dre wit ’em
i’ma still trap, when i touch six figures
go down the ‘dise, i’m tryna hit six n+ggas
he think he safe, cause he got his b+tch wit him
you stupid, i’m cracking her too
he texting me, “swagg, why you crackin’ my boo?”
she wan’ be wd? then come to the stu’
keeping it solid, i don’t follow no rules
skeen d+ckriding, he+
skeen d+ckriding, that lil boy confused (aye, who that right there, brah?)
he don’t know what it was, we came from both ways
he fishing the 3 with a switch and two k’s
he down bad broke, that n+gga need a raise
i’m out the walker, n+gga, you know my name
you speak on the wick, n+gga must be insane
n+gga, i’m real disrespectful
i’ll go p+ss on bikes and ‘nem grave
hop out the car, you could tell i was (?)
me and yb (?) a n+gga from (?)
money tryn’ bend and he on the anklet
if you post on the 8 after dark, i’ma hang ’em (n+gga, i’m on bang time, i’m banging)
i’m banging all night, n+gga, i don’t get tired
hop out the bushes, hop out and surprise
(?), you told me you love me, i lied
what happened to brodie? he died
(?) took his driz, look like french fries
they don’t even see me, i’m creeping behind
they running and trippin’, sh+t started flyin’
[hook]
since 15, i was blowing my missle
free act wick, he’ll hop out and get you
i’m in the back of the glen, and i’m totin’ my pistol
hop out on a n+gga, this sh+t’ll get physical
15 bands, that’s just to get rid of you
she in my view, she told me she like it
her n+gga a bamma, i’m way too icy
i f+cked her friend, now the b+tch tryn’ fight me
sh+t went left, shoulda never rode a bike
go the lane, tryn’ crack me a dyk+
i’m riding with tall, bro wrong if he right
i’m whippin’ this p, n+gga, i ain’t tryn’ fight

- traphardswagg lyrics

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