Stevie B - Trapnese lyrics

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Stevie B - Trapnese lyrics

[Verse 1: Hardo] n***as know that I'm a problem, want me in that cage Outchea like Saddam, twisting n***as' sh** like braids Trappin' trappin', walking bomb, got your b**h going both ways She gon' drink the drip, she gon' drink the dick, minute maid Get money on a bad day, we meant knots made Bricks selling at a fast pace, now they want to raid I had to shake ‘em off my last case, big O don't play That money bag got a bag of chips, n***a Frito-Lay [Verse 2: Jimmy Wopo] AK back chopped off On a hitman mission like James Bond Hitters like A-Rod Hit ‘em with the base like baseball Ho hold on, ho can't see nothing like Ray Charles I got the drip sauce n***a this is my run like I'm AWOL Lil bro let the tre off Lil bro shoot to score, he remind me of Chris Paul 2K, he get crisscrossed Two K's out the window, get picked off Them hollow tips hit hard Them bullets, I send ‘em like Brett Favre Put lanes in your front yard While loaf with the MAC in your backyard [Verse 3: Hardo] n***a that's back door What you think I got 30 in the MAC for? You don't never bless the streets, you ain't a trap lord Every day I'm chasing money, tryna stack more If you run down it gotta be a sure shot Finesse the birds if them b**hes ain't a pure flock So much work I could run it up in full blocks So much work I be cooking out of four pots AK-47, got no stock Cameras on the cribs, you ain't getting no drop 30 in the sh** case you need more shots I'm just f**ing b**hes, I don't love no thots Baby girl probably ran through your whole family Last name [?], now this thing hereditary You sweet, f** around, that'll get you buried Candy man, got hitters on bloody mary [Verse 4: Jimmy Wopo] Young n***a ain't got no manners Selling the dope out my grandma's Orangutan sh** hold bananas b**h I'm a pit, I'm a panther I'm in designer, no Panda Baby girl I understand ya I'm like AI, I'm the answer I need a rack for my manor Busting them bricks like a transfer Smoking the dope and the cancer Tru and a Gucci bandana Ho it's your knees and [?] Ain't tough, he just broke with a temper Big bro on parole with the [?] I slap this sh** to your [?] Kidnap him he will not remember [Hook: Hardo & Jimmy Wopo] I got a ho in Atlanta I wrap the snow up like Santa I pour a four in the Fanta Out of control with the hammer Go ask your mama lil n***a All of my n***as is k**ers Police in the city want ban us No college, we runnin' them bands up Broke broke n***a please Four four, lemon squeeze n***as know who got the keys You ain't talking trapnese b**h I'm trappin', what you need? Chopper jumping out my jeans Trappin' Hardo, Jimmy G's n***as know it's Trapnese [Hook: Hardo & Jimmy Wopo] I got a ho in Atlanta I wrap the snow up like Santa I pour a four in the Fanta Out of control with the hammer Go ask your mama lil n***a All of my n***as is k**ers Police in the city want ban us No college, we runnin' them bands up Broke broke n***a please Four four, lemon squeeze n***as know who got the keys You ain't talking trapnese b**h I'm trappin', what you need? Chopper jumping out my jeans Trappin' Hardo, Jimmy G's n***as know it's Trapnese

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