Traplanta

Lyrics

Deskhop make it drop, yeah
 Oh Lord, Jetson made another one
 I fuck up the money counter
 Fuck on that hoe, then give her right back, I ain't got no manners
 We pull up with chops, they tryna block, I bet they light candles
 95 with Gucci socks, I'm drippin' in Traplanta
 Post on the block with a big Glock, yeah, we in Traplanta
 Watch what you do and watch what you say when you in Traplanta
 Boy, we gettin' paid, I'm servin' them J's, boy, in Traplanta
 We gettin' paid, homie, we ain't gettin' laid, homie
 I'm with real right homies who ain't gon' change on me
 I got real shooters, won't say no names, homie
 I know a real bully, you can't tame homie
 In a NASCAR, fast car, that's a Trackhawk
 Vibed out with nothin' but broads (hoo)
 Goddamn, broke the money counter (hoo)
 Goin' in, we don't care 'bout cameras (hoo)
 He get that dope back, call him Arm & Hammer (hoo)
 Shit, that's all I'm sayin', I'm signin' all the deals, nigga
 I don't even want the plan
 Have you ever seen that molly color khakhi pants?
 Keep on playin', I bet your brother be dyin' in your hands
 I'm with DYN abusin' all the Xans
 I fuck up the money counter
 Fuck on that hoe, then give her right back, I ain't got no manners
 We pull up with chops, they tryna block, I bet they light candles
 95 with Gucci socks, I'm drippin' in Traplanta
 Post on the block with a big Glock, yeah, we in Traplanta
 Watch what you do and watch what you say when you in Traplanta
 Boy, we gettin' paid, I'm servin' them J's, boy, in Traplanta
 We gettin' paid, homie, we ain't gettin' laid, homie
 Traphouse
 Fuck this shit, I'm ridin' in a Trackhawk
 My mama askin' for it, so I tear it off
 Get what she want, it don't matter (woo)
 On the stove, remixin' a brick, tricks of Benihana
 I ain't even gotta trick the bitch no more, got too many hundreds
 If he ever play with them racks, shit, he gotta be a dummy
 Yeah, I know my folks gon' tax 'em, so I load up my lumber
 Yeah, I'm in Traplanta
 Yeah, we pour some many fours in the fuckin' Fanta
 Boy, I know you fuckin' told, I cannot stand ya
 So you better watch 'fore you trust a nigga in Traplanta
 Fuck your hoe, we don't lust, nigga, in Traplanta
 I fuck up the money counter
 Fuck on that hoe, then give her right back, I ain't got no manners
 We pull up with chops, they tryna block, I bet they light candles
 95 with Gucci socks, I'm drippin' in Traplanta
 Post on the block with a big Glock, yeah, we in Traplanta
 Watch what you do and watch what you say when you in Traplanta
 Boy, we gettin' paid, I'm servin' them J's, boy, in Traplanta
 We gettin' paid, homie, we ain't gettin' laid, homie
 

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Song Details

Duration
02:46
Key
8
Tempo
82 BPM

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