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ybcdul - sorry i was trappin lyrics

[intro: reek12hunnit]
(suck my d+ck, suck my d+ck)
uh, uh, uh, uh (stop playin’, get clapped up)
uh, uh, uh

[verse 1: reek12hunnit]
sh+t by the squad, no we don’t play, uh
bro done cranks a faces in the hood, can’t get away, uh
murder gang all we know is up and spray, uh
b+tch we gettin’ over, how you slidin’ from blocks away?
bro no wasn’t hate, he tryna knock it off
stop the cap, b+tch why you lyin’ you ain’t slide at all
we gon’ get that drop and we gon’ drop him off
clear it out with 50 shots, just ’cause he got involved

[verse 2: ?]
he got hit with 50 shots, i like spinnin’ n+ggas blocks
if that n+gga get caught lackin’, hurry up and hit him in his top
you know my n+ggas get it crackin’, you can go and ask the opps
in the middle of that war, i was posted on that block
got booked, came home, 3 times, new glocks
book reek down north, every day he was slidin’
every time thеm n+ggas died, all them n+ggas did was cry
brodie said thеy got the drop, you know that i’ma score for mine
[verse 3: rb cat]
n+ggas say they got the drop and you know i’ma score for mine
n+ggas already know, we make the opps stay in line
b+tch keep texting me she mine, whole time i know she lyin’
i don’t even know if he be with the opps, we still gon’ fry ’em
n+gga said he gon’ do what, to who? he lost his mind
i get the drop and slide right away, wouldn’t waste no time
n+gga sorry i was trappin’, matter of a fact, i’m sorry that they clapped him
sike n+ggas know i’m playin’, i was somewhere laughin’ when they whacked him
b+tches want me cause i’m drippin’ fashion
she think she gon’ get a check, if she keep on askin’

[verse 4: ybcdul]
qrizzy for the cheap, but for the fro, you know i’m taxin’
smokin’ buddy out the pound, he hit hard, that sh+t smackin’
he got hit up in that wheel, played the mirror, shouldn’t of been lackin’
she like “why you iggin’ me”, i’m like “sorry i was trappin'”
every dime that i make i don’t touch it, i just stack it
made a bean off two trips, why the f+ck they think i’m cappin’
n+ggas know i came a long way and got my money up
them switches start twerkin’ on your block and start cuttin’ up
he b+tchin’ on them drills, ’til he started havin’ bubble guts
don’t slide for the guys that provide, and you a f+ckin’ cluck
we the top seed in the west, and these n+ggas know they can’t f+ck with us
took that trip on the road with 30 p’s, in a tahoe truck
we goin’ fed, know them rooftop boys sick and tired of us
keep on sayin’ they on the mont, when them boys keep on runnin’ from us
[outro]
(suck my d+ck, suck my d+ck)

- ybcdul lyrics

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