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traplandpat - ready lyrics

young convicted felons ridin round wit illegal weapons
targets getting hit u ion wanna test dem
he playing in that field he gon miss his blessing
aye i got a stick for every smith n wesson

u can’t name a n+gga played we ain’t come & check dem
dem n+ggas threw the towel in dey ain’t no threat den
dome check in home wreckin
he done loss all that muscle steady flexin

collect call behind the wall i gotta pick it up
ya dawg been died yeen slidе go & dig em up
i drop the loaf get еm ghost on the east coast
murder that’s what she wrote shooter left a death note
i got the strategy the opps they say they after me
i still be ridin round wit that chop so casually
happily livin life like we ain’t got no gravity
outer sp+ce fleein & eludin ima do the race
i beat the case paid the prosecutor like excuse the case
i’m in a wraith that ain’t 2020 u ain’t up to date
u losing faith losing hope
u got yo back all against the ropes
gotta keep em at a distance they can’t play ya close
cuz when that money low dem hoes gon do the most

i done ran outta love
i done ran outta trust
he totin on a chop but i know he ain’t gon buss
he a dummy
young convicted felons ridin round wit illegal weapons
targets getting hit u ion wanna test dem
he playing in that field he gon miss his blessing
aye i got a stick for every smith n wesson

u can’t name a n+gga played we ain’t come & check dem
dem n+ggas threw the towel in dey ain’t no threat den
dome check in home wreckin
he done loss all that muscle steady flexin

- traplandpat lyrics

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