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trapland pat - overview lyrics

[intro: c stunna]
ayy, trapland
ayyy, c stunna, man
[?]
ayy, [?] to hear this
young haitians coming’ out of south florida right now, man
ayy, man, it’s 2023, man
and we 23 steps ahead of these haters, man
right now, man, i ain’t gon’ lie, man, i need ya’ll to keep that sh+t 1000, man
on this rap sh+t, man, you already know what time it is, man
[?]
i just take ‘em to [?]…

[verse 1: trapland pat]
sunny day, but these n+ggas still throwin’ shade
[?] boy, i was serving [?] right off a plate
hustle all day ’round broward, duck off and [?]
coulda had me dead, yeah, i know, but them n+ggas played

[verse 2: trapland pat]
flip the plate off the splat
shift the work to the trap
please don’t use no maps
no trace, no track
soldier life mentality
just been reppin’ and i’m runnin’
ain’t no way they mad at me
elevation from a haitian, that’s the sh+t i’m glad to see
we on the road to richеs, it ain’t no place i’d rather be
roll my spliff or grab a [?], couplе models on their knees
all in the dressing room, i left some ranch dressing on her t++th
[verse 3: trapland pat]
“how you slid?” i copped the key and made a copy with the presser
couple n+ggas passed away and he ain’t even make it to a stretcher
‘posed to trust the d+mn rules, he put [?]
he a b+tch, i better bless him, i’m a dog, watch me fetch him
uh, yeah

[verse 4: trapland pat]
quarter key at the t
now he off bout the [?]
that’s ten bs for the piece
90k on my sheets
50 bands in the dresser
right with the compressor
couldn’t even find the safe
i end up asking alexa
this the life of a trapper
still ain’t turn into no rapper
cause i live all my rhymes
most these n+ggas be cappers
watch me double up the green and hit the bay like a packer
i can tell you a actor
what you chasin’, a grammy?
yeain’t hustlin’, or [?] or feeding ya family
but you bleed on the ground, must not know who i am
with them pots and them pans
got this [?]
you ain’t z, you ain’t fam
cold [?]
it’s ‘bout two thirty
i done [?] by three
they say it’s too early
2000 grams of raw
that’s two birdies
update the d+mn roster
get us new jerseys
[interlude: c stunna]
[?]
the back route right now, headed to lee county, man
[?] lee county haitians [?] man
haitians [?] baby you gotta let em know what time it is
gotta let the world know what time it is, boy
i heard about you, stunna

[verse 5: c stunna]
always got that bag on my mental
got the whole state tryna knuckle up on [?]
he ain’t bout that cheese: gotta crop him out the picture
gave my heart to this stuntin’, no time to be sentimental
funny how they used to say that we ate cats and dogs
now we beat that hoe’s cat down and now we serve ya’ll
riding round with with that nina, n+gga, that’s my road dog
glizzy turn a n+gga temp fade into a mohawk

[verse 6: c stunna]
my people came here on a boat
now you n+ggas wave riders
i told that b+tch the only place i feel comfortable is behind ya
daily getting to that cheese, i’m a real deal grinder
i ain’t gettin’ in that whip if it ain’t ten up on the slider
me and you n+ggas not the same, we got no relation
b+tch, the way you suck this d+ck, i know you going places
still be chilling in the hood like i ain’t tryna make it
i’m at where i’m at now cause i ain’t do no hatin’
[verse 7: c stunna]
feeling like my side b+tch, i need a new baddie
how the h+ll i rob the bank with no gun or mask
sliding on the road to riches, foot on the gas
littest n+gga out my section, you don’t gotta ask
hm, hm

[outro: c stunna]
[?]
you haven’t been right there, man
yeah, you already know, man
our mommas came from the struggle, man
our mommas came… off a boat, man
hey, this sh+t real, man
representing, man, from florida, man
muhf+ckin… trapland pat, c stunna
there he go, man
[?]
haitian finest
[?] nou la

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