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whyg - gamble lyrics

[intro: pressa & whyg]
trap out da bando
trap out da rental
trap out da bando
trap out da rental
35
press machine
35
neat machine

[chorus: whyg]
trap out the bando
trap out the rental
i’m in the trap, i give out a sample
couldn’t play ball, still i got handles
i got the drip, i’m drippin’ like candles
n-gga you snitch, he snitchin’ like randall
they tried to frame me, it was a scandal (uh)
they say that my life a gamble (uh)

[verse 1: pressa]
they say that my life a gamble (uh)
cartier lookin’ like a bangle (ohh)
travis scott wit’ his antidote
i stay wit’ the cord like umbilicle
my life a movie like paid in full
2-2-3 we ain’t playin’ zone
i barely could play wit’ four
we rollin’ dice till morn’
money make plays we rule (yeah, yeah, yeah)
bad lil’ b-tch she get around
drip too hard, she almost drowned
whole new story watch ’em now
newspaper article runnin’ around
we run him down
he tryna to ball but his ball barely bounce
a lil’ 10k barely a camp
we gettin’ money look at me now
i need a nip, i need it now
i did it right, i fit da mic
i did a year, he did a night
he did the dash, he dead tonight
murda gang, thirty my bra
runnin’ on green fill up the pot
if he ain’t got cash, bring out the mac
we had to get it remember them nights
stuck on a stove

[chorus: whyg] (x2)
trap out the bando
trap out the rental
i’m in the trap, i give out a sample
couldn’t play ball, still i got handles
i got the drip, i’m drippin’ like candles
n-gga you snitch, he snitchin’ like randall
they tried to frame me, it was a scandal (uh)
they say that my life a gamble (uh)

[verse 2: whyg]
my trap house at the tipoff (trap)
i’m in the trap servin’ chris rock (chris)
one toke is takin’ his lip off
i’m at the stove when i’m whippin’ up two pots (skrtt)
all of this ice, it made the dope lock (ice)
all of this ice (ice), i need like two glocks (ice)
it look like lice (ice), all on her headtop (lice)
she suckin’ nice, she gotta good mouth
roaches and mice all in my trap spot
i turn a court house into my stash house (racks)
i had to bring all the racks out
all these racks made the judge p-ss out
walked out da box, supa saucey
police, they mad that they lost me
i do not even care what it cost me
i know that they mad that they caught me
if he was me, he woulda got ahh ee’d
this is gucci, this ain’t no tommy
i was in trap house wit’ tommy
50 round drum on the tommy
this is raf simmons
this is a connie
trap out that buildin’
trap out the lobby
i beat the case like i’m john gotti
shootin’ the face if you want a body

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