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trapquan$ - bilbo freestyle lyrics

[intro]
aye, man, you already know how i’m rockin’, man
shout-out, bilbo, man
shout-out, cdot, man
‘bouta k!ll this sh-t, man
this ‘bouta go ham, this freestyle sh-t
f-ck it up

[verse]
rockin’ my diamonds until my sh-t is shine (huh?)
stare lil’ b-tch until you blind
one smoke zip, so i just rewind, ‘cause people just wastin’ my d-mn time
you not in my future, let the bullets do ya
pray to your soul, hallelujah (boom, boom)
shootin’ sh-t like clayton thompson ‘cause (brr!) these (brr!) bullets (brr!) goin’ through ya
man, they shootin’ sh-t, they don’t got no aim (they don’t got no aim)
i swear, they stuntin’, doin’ it for the b-tches and the fame (fame)
i don’t care about these b-tches ‘cause these b-tches are lame (huh?)
can’t trust some n-gg-s, they snakes and they stains
i only want top, b-tch, on all in one’s brains
you (aye, aye, aye, aye, aye) gotta do the team, you gotta do the gang
b-tch, it’s trapquan$, or you can call me wesley
sign that b-tch, dm me, like it was presley (skrr! skrr!)
eatin’ boy, i’m gettin’ hefty
skrrt off in that maximum, doin’ that sh-t heavy (skrr!)
got a white b-tch named becky (what?)
and a big sis who drivin’ chevy (what?)
it’s a threesome and she let me
but, that means i gotta taught the b-tch to go gently
i gotta girl, but i ain’t with her, though (nah)
‘cause relationships steady rocky, bro (get it)
i be workin’ out, i’m gettin’ stalky, bro (yuh)
freshman to soph-m-re, just watch me glo (yup)
go watch me skrrt off in that lot
then, i caught a connect and i caught some pot (dope)
i’m a f-ckin’ stoner and i will not stop
i’m hittin’ that gas ‘til my lungs is popped
i know i am the best and i know that i’m great
wanna be like me, so that’s why they hate?
i see a whole bunch of money in my future, yeah, n-gg-, that’s my fate
and i see my brothers and my family eatin’ with me, with a full plate of steak
and if a n-gg- really wanna interfere (aye, aye, aye, aye, aye), that’s your own life’s stake
pullin’ up with that nina, nine millimeter, gettin’ hit with a feature
pullin’ up with that double deuce
it’s lil’ b-tch, man, tell the truth
hot as sh-t, underneath the roof
n-gg-s can’t touch me like a bulletproof
spittin’ heat like a sunroof
addicted to it like it’s iglue
fight a n-gg- like ryu
down south n-gg-, yeah, light the fire
and if you really wanna test my life, my boy got a .30 and he inside, too
breakin’ hearts, don’t cry, boo
b-tches and n-gg-s, yeah, they’ll lie, too
and if you a opp, yeah, i’ll spy you
no potato, but we’ll fry you

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