Cancion : Tony Fontana Artista : Half-A-Mil Album : Courtesy Of Half-A-Mil Url : https://www.letras10.co/letra-tony-fontana-de-half-a-mil [Chorus: Hit Boy] Dipping down the back streets Running through these bands like a track meet, yeah I think I want my trap back Couldn’t tell you all the places I done trapped at, yeah Dipping down the back streets Running through these bands like a track meet, yeah I think I want my trap back Made my first million and I ain’t know how to act [Verse 1: Hit Boy] In the Aston getting head without asking I’m too much nigga Rest In Peace to Ashton 220 on the dash I bet you can’t catch me Band leave the banding up Young Dizzy Gillespie Jazzy with my waist Free Katana and champagne I done showed the most love These niggas ain’t no good They talking big but it don’t mean nothing I’m just at the crib with your hoe mean mugging Yeah I’m in her face Then she making faces Yeah I’m in her face Then she making faces Put my chain on her titties get the picture taken 6 AM back in the street to collect the payment, yeah Fuck a GPS, I just take the cash route Tony Fontana nigga they call me that now Stay with bag like I’m taking trash out, yeah Trapping trapping trapping trapping out of the glass house, yeah [Chorus: Hit Boy] Dipping down the back streets Running through bands like a track meet, yeah I think I want my trap back Couldn’t tell you all the places I done trapped at Dipping down the back streets Running through bands like a track meet, yeah I think I want my trap back Made my first million and I ain’t know how to act [Interlude: Dom Kennedy] They gon' talk about you anyway, fuck em’ [Verse 2: Dom Kennedy] The Colosseum on my display When I was flyer than these niggas in tenth grade, yeah Up at Dulenz with the big plates With no publicist, paid for the double RL I be covered in Jazzy with my waist Straight tequila with champagne And I done showed the most love These niggas ain’t no good They talking money but I don’t see nothing We be at the crib no phones no nothing Either getting faced (true) Or I’m counting faces While I’m bumping Face (true) Don’t get me mistaken Official Westside nigga, get your picture taken Up at Serving Spoon early off that turkey bacon Fuck the Hollywood, I’m too hood with it Always been a standout never with the handouts I think I want my trap back Thirty shows, living out my backpack [Chorus: Hit Boy] Dipping down the back streets Running through these bands like a track meet, yeah I think I want my trap back Couldn’t tell you all the places I done trapped at, yeah Dipping down the back streets Running through these bands like a track meet, yeah I think I want my trap back Made my first million and I ain’t know how to act [Outro: Hit Boy] Yeah Dipping in the back streets Yeah I think I want my trap back ========================== Letra descargada de Letras10.co ==========================