Cancion : It's a Trap Artista : Atwood Album : Pastime Url : https://www.letras10.co/letra-its-a-trap-de-atwood It's a trap Little homie got that gas And we gon light this bitch up if he strike that match Said it's a trap Big-big homie got gold wrists And he be tryna build a house so he move those bricks It's a trap Little homie got that gas And we gon light this bitch up if he strike that match Said it's a trap Big-big homie got gold wrists And he be tryna build a house so he move those bricks Said it's a trap What the fuck you know about me Most of yall don't know about me I was in the hole I was into dope I was gettin colds smokin sour d I ain't sayin that i be about it I'm just sayin that i been around it I ain't slingin shit I'm just hanging with trappers that gotta hustle tryna get up out it Like yuh! Please do not think you offending me Get the fuck out with that negative energy I do not care about who you pretend to be I got affinity for all the kin of me You ain't a friend of me you just an enemy Talk all that shit man you gotta kidding me You just a kid to me threatening me and my team Only ahead when you catchin the guillotine Like YUUH! I was in the cut with my real ones We get gold, you got second like a filling I was told, keep my head up since a lil one I want old money, headed for the millions Tocci whippin in the kitchen like he drivin his oven This bitch a wreck when we get into it I'm smashin her front end I'm iced out like a inuit no time for discussions And it's amazing how these dudes can turn a lot into nothing like they magicians I was gonna say go get it... I was tryna keep it fresh until that bankroll did it I ain't ever indebted see i don't pay on credit And know yo shit ain't ever on boy and that's how i set it.. off It's a trap Little homie got that gas And we gon light this bitch up if he strike that match Said it's a trap Big-big homie got gold wrists And he be tryna build a house so he move those bricks Said it's a trap It's a trap Little homie got that gas And we gon light this bitch up if he strike that match Said it's a trap Big-big homie got gold wrists And he be tryna build a house so he move those bricks Said it's a trap [ZiON] There's a ghost in the whip I told her just relax don't get close it's a trick wait My bro cashin out, check them hoes blind ya wrist Fuck them woes u ain't six know them pros hitting licks I got foes fuck the second part Aiming at her forehead to the exit mark Best in part, my bitch hitting stains, oh god yes we hard Please don't speak my name, she might fuck around and wet ur heart don't guess be scarce This was barely work I swear the rest is art Aye Screamin it's a trap when they make a case Got some niggas in a trap trynna break away Fuck ya day to day I got Mary layed on the database bumping 808s hitting js like a fadeaway I'm high as a mountain but florrin Can't no one do this shit for us lit flames in the forest then ran it like Forrest recorded But i been trappin before this That's back to back and my hoes got controllas Don't send it back less it wit what u owe us I'm on the map and it's made by some soldiers like bro it's a fact u can check in the folder Don't act like u know us they say that u down u can show us been chopped off the block from my shoulders that mean I ain't grow up I'm still here on wax Bitch it's a trap Cut ur phone off at the mat I got what u need in the faucet I can bring it but don't fiend lay up off it But I'll ride for it aye, say the word and I'm back Yea u heard bout the trap, yea u heard aye It's a trap Little homie got that gas And we gon light this bitch up if he strike that match Said it's a trap Big-big homie got gold wrists And he be tryna build a house so he move those bricks It's a trap Little homie got that gas And we gon light this bitch up if he strike that match Said it's a trap Big-big homie got gold wrists And he be tryna build a house so he move those bricks Said it's a trap [THIAGO] Dig a hole throw leaves on it Stick stones gon creak on em Sniff snow OD on it Must be co-cold if you don't know Thiago Hear em where the old folks be homie Pop pop wake up don't sleep on me Let em cop a homegrown G For the low low fee of your soul D Money We simply be with the sinners Be trip on your shit and the industry's finnicky Unfortunate that you change on a lemon-y They say that you real but your bitches is sims to me See up your sleeve you ain't slick you ain't trickin me Mom hit the magic like witch got them wizardry I see you rappers aren't feastin like Genevieve Veet up the beat then we sit back and let it breathe Let it breathe Give it just a second for a second win Bring it back to life cut it dead again Know I mean it right when I said I can Finna get it tight when the head is in Head is gettin life from the medicine Do not try to give advice cause I'm never thinkin twice When I get you on my sights I'm endin it Hey man we hold it like that And we thiagoin' on that We won't be calling yall back I'm feelin gawdy like that Suicide that kamikaz rap You and I we are besides yeah She [?] crap She said for all of your rats ========================== Letra descargada de Letras10.co ==========================