OGDOUGHBOYSATL - Trap Central (prod. Young Chef) lyrics

[Intro] Uhhhhhhh we so faded on that lean Shoutout to them big bootied b**hes in gym cla** Moby on dat dick ayeeeee [Hook] Traplanta You know they shake it and they dance ta That knew dougboys track DJ bring that loop back Im out here in my hood shack Smoking that good crack Keep outta my trap house Or you gone get trapped mouse You gone get trapped mouse [Young King] Uhhhh Trap Central Flow rushing out Like a menstrual Im writing this quick with my pencil f**ing that b**h simultaneously Cookie Cutter Stencil Driving in my rental With a couple foreign b**hes And my homie Lorenzo We on that Leonardo That Wolfie Wolfie Wall Street When they talk about King They saying that he balls mean Those hoes know I keep my balls clean I tame that nasty bush Rolling up that crazy kush I smoke it and i push it to young hug Yeah homie take a tug [Young Hug] Uhhh king imma steal your crown You let the monster out First ima knock tyler out What's the wolf gon do when the moons not around? Your futures odd mac miller imma knock you down Whats the point of watching movies if they ain't got no sound? ni**a HUG'S THE ONE THEY TALKING BOUT PULL UP IN A ROYCE AND BUST 5'9S AT SLAUGHTERHOUSE [Rabbi Ranting] I carry a shotty, so any b**h who come near me gets bodied, all these haters plotting, gon hit me up, but im not talkin bout that type of way, they tryna a**a**inate me like jfk, you're prolly lookin behind your computer screen, sayin " who the hell are they? meh, he wasn't imporant anyway " little do you know i be knockin these rappers out the game like ca**ius clay, you call me a rookie, yet i do this sh** nearly everyday, and yall got me f**ed up cuz some emcee always has sh** to SAY!! See, I prove my point by adding an exclamation point, I'm in school learning whilst these b**hes dropped out smoking sh** loads of joints, high and drunk on the street begging for coins, see me if I had a description it would be a young kid just tryna make a living, just tryna have a family and drive a black honda civic, in my mind my visions are clear and vivid, and because i was raised right i know not to make the wrong decisions, like tryna f some b**hes, and drive a lambo, i mean that would be great, except f'ing b**hes, yall can keep ya aids, you drug selling malicious apes, you dumb villains just shutup and keep ya capes, get off my case, trying to provoke me all the god damn time, i mean can i just have some me time without some f*ggot thinking im going to masturbate, people are so judging, my friends tellin me thats a stupid game, i try to show them some music and they tell me i lack taste, i mean for gods sake, i already got enough on my plate, and now these haters got all dis sh** for me to take!! i need to calm down, my bloods boilin, these hoes treat me like im a f**in toilet, and overreact to every little thing i do, like " U SOILED IT! ", but whatever, im just a young shy kid just expressing his thoughts through an art, and watch some bum a** emcee still try to put me on the spot