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zo trapalot & key glock - tag team lyrics

[intro]
(morello made it slap)

[verse 1: zo trapalot & key glock]
i got pointers in my chain, t++th from johnny dang, my sh+t drool like rain (yeah, yeah)
n+ggas say they trappin’, they ain’t sold a thing, need to switch your lane, uh
bad b+tches see me and they faint, yeah
she let me f+ck with no complaints, yeah
they wanna be me but they can’t (nah)
i made a dub off eddie kane (yeah)
a fifty+ball off of mary jane
i put that sh+t there on everything (on god)
water on me like a hurricane (hurricane)
been through it all, i’d never change (i won’t)
b+tches keep askin’ for wedding rings (nope)
girl, you don’t evеn know my middle name
you just want me ‘causе your n+gga lame (lame)
i be gettin’ paid, we don’t eat the same

[verse 2: key glock]
i f+cked around, made a mil’ in a month
put five hundred dollars in my double cup
yeah, they call me glock and i keep one on tuck
i jumped off the porch, then i hopped in the cut
i hopped out the cut, then i jumped in the game
i jumped in the game and found out rappers lame
yuh, me and these n+ggas know we ain’t the same
yeah, i want the money, and they want the fame (cheah)
i got some hit on the way to the bank
go get the money whatever it take
i gotta get it, no time to waste
yeah, i gotta get it, no time to play
no time to play with n+ggas or hoes
should i hop in my lamb’ or hop in my rolls?
got black locs on, you know i’m throwed
real standup n+gga, i just can’t fold (b+tch)
[verse 3: zo trapalot]
pockets on swole, you know? (ya dig, ya dig)
if you ain’t f+ckin’, i ain’t gon’ hold you, goat (won’t go with you)
i ain’t kickin’ sh+t with these lame+ass n+ggas wanna talk sh+t but low+key broke (i ain’t have it)
used to have to stay one from the stores (no cap)
we ain’t never goin’ back down that road
try this sh+t, then it’s murder she wrote
stand on that sh+t, i ain’t duckin’ no smoke

[verse 4: key glock]
let me tell you n+ggas how to get a bankroll (yeah)
sell this sh+t high when you get it for the low (uh)
i got a b+tch sellin’ ‘bows with the bros
yeah, and i got a b+tch playin’ with the pros (uh)
i be fresh as f+ck and i don’t strike no pose
ten thousand on the outfit, no instagram post
yeah, i be ballin’ out, b+tch, you know the score
shoutout to glizzock, yeah, he is the goat (woah)

[verse 5: zo trapalot]
startin’ gettin’ money from my own plug
n+ggas tried to play rich, but they don’t really own nothin’ (they don’t own sh+t)
chasin’ after money is a long run, yeah
it’s gon’ pay off in the long run (no cap)
on third base with your b+tch, see the ice in my mouth, guarantee it’s a home run (knock it out the park)
she gon’ eat the d+ck, i don’t see no cum
bro said she ain’t got a n+gga, then it’s no fun (uh+uh)
i don’t like n+ggas, they some stale sons (boy)
one wrong move, they get stepped on (bah)
phone jumpin’ hard like a telethon (telethon)
b+tches love me ’cause i’m a one of one (no cap)
get hit with the fire, ain’t no one+on+one
way before the rap, n+gga, i been seen a honey bun
you don’t go and get it, it’ll never come
young n+gga blew his self full while he catch a bum

- zo trapalot key glock lyrics

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