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trapland pat - free all my zombies lyrics

[intro]
(a guy by the name of pepperjack zoe)
(pepperjack zoe)
yeah

[chorus]
way too much traffic on the highway
now we on jets, no weight, this the fly+way (skrrt)
stay in ya lane, don’t try and swerve my way (no, no)
thinkin’ i’m a dealer, all these whips in the driveway (duh+duh+duh, duh+duh+duh)
you ain’t level up yet
robbin’ somethin’, ridin’ to the sunset
since she so bad, why you ain’t get cuffed yet? (hahahaha)
stickin’ to the plan? nah, i ain’t ’bout to rush that (no, no)
why you feel untouchable? ’cause he ain’t get touched yet (duh+duh+duh)
one man mission, all thеm other boys stayed in
alphabet slaughtеr, i bet i get ’em caged in (duh+duh+duh)
april too hot, just got to wait ’til may then (hot, hot, hot)
movin’ like a trustee the way i get them trays in (yeah)
don’t want my n+gga wakin’ up to oatmeal
sink in that cup, booted up off that dope still (yeah, yeah)
if she ain’t tryna ride, then, i bet another ho will
up a half of milli’, why he posted at the store still?
[verse]
they see my dog stamped through j+pay (yeah)
keep yo’ ass high while waitin’ for that release date
you the only person so low like ebay (like ebay)
dj ash in the cut, that my dj (that my dj)
told my moms, “can’t stop me”
once sec’, green ’round here, bae, wap me
yeah, i got locks, so, they can’t unlock me
number one sinner in the world, can’t block me (no, no)
they like, “ayy trap, what’s the word”
i ain’t poppin’ out ‘less it’s tryna sell a bird (what?)
would tell ’em ’bout the ash, and my verses full of bars (yeah, yeah)
i know she ain’t the one ’cause she ain’t know no words (what?)
got me feelin’ like ain’t no more love for trap, n+gga
ain’t even winnin’ yet, but we still rap, n+gga (duh+duh+duh)
heard where he live at, knew he was a cap n+gga (straight rats)
rap rooms full pockets full of straight rats, n+gga
money flowin’ in on a slow day
forty+yard dash with a cab, no pro+day
i wake up in the mornin’, mix the za with the o.j
[?] doctors, so everyday a blow day (yeah)
talk now, or forever hold your peace
them n+ggas went broke, now they want beef (hahahahaha)
treat ’em like a b+tch, that how you keep ’em on a leash
cut ’em up in half,you were tryna make a crease (duh+duh+duh, duh+duh+duh)
[chorus]
way too much traffic on the highway
now we on jets, no weight, this the fly+way (vroom)
stay in ya lane, don’t try and swerve my way (no, no)
thinkin’ i’m a dealer, all these whips in the driveway (duh+duh+duh, duh+duh+duh)
you ain’t level up yet
robbin’ somethin’, ridin’ to the sunset
since she so bad, why you ain’t get cuffed yet?
stickin’ to the plan? nah, i ain’t ’bout to rush that
why you feel untouchable? ’cause he ain’t get touched yet
one man mission, all them other boys stayed in
alphabet slaughter, i bet i get ’em caged in
april too hot, just got to wait ’til may then
movin’ like a trustee the way i get them trays in
don’t want my n+gga wakin’ up to oatmeal
sink in that cup, booted up off that dope still (booted up)
if she ain’t tryna ride, then, i bet another ho will
up a half of milli’, why he posted at the store still?

[outro]
what?
posted at the store still
feds still knockin’ at his door still
nah, for real
duh+duh+duh, duh+duh+duh

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