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Traplanta

Traplanta

(album: Trapped On Cleveland 3 - 2020)

(Deskhop make it drop, yeah)
(Oh Lord, Jetson made another one)

I fuck up the money counter
Fuck on that ho, then give her right back, I ain't got no manners
We pull up with chops, then chop the block, I bet they light candles
95 with Gucci socks, I'm dripping 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 getting paid, I'm serving them J's, boy, in Traplanta
We getting paid, homie, we ain't getting 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 nothing but broads (Hoo)
Goddamn, broke the money counter (Hoo)
Going in, we don't care 'bout cameras (Hoo)
He get that dope back, call him Arm & Hammer (Hoo)
Shit, that's all I'm saying
I'm signing all the deals, nigga, I don't even want the plan
Have you ever seen that molly color khaki pants?
Keep on playing, I bet your brother be dying in your hands
I'm with DYN abusing all the Xans

I fuck up the money counter
Fuck on that ho, then give her right back, I ain't got no manners
We pull up with chops, then chop the block, I bet they light candles
95 with Gucci socks, I'm dripping 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 getting paid, I'm serving them J's, boy, in Traplanta
We getting paid, homie, we ain't getting laid, homie

Traphouse
Fuck this shit, I'm riding in a Trackhawk
My mama asking for it, so I tear it off
Get what she want, it don't matter (Woo)
On the stove, remixing a brick, tricks of Benihana
I ain't even gotta trick the bitch no more, got too many hundreds
If he ever play with the racks, yeah, 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 fucking Fanta
Boy, I know you fucking told, though, I cannot stand ya
So you better watch 'fore you trust a nigga in Traplanta
Fuck your ho, we don't lust, nigga, in Traplanta

I fuck up the money counter (Slimeball)
Fuck on that ho, then give her right back, I ain't got no manners
We pull up with chops, then chop the block, I bet they light candles
95 with Gucci socks, I'm dripping 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 getting paid, I'm serving them J's, boy, in Traplanta
We getting paid, homie, we ain't getting laid, homie

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