Trauma Victims lyrics

[Intro: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
(If you ain't got a beat from Bam, you don't trap enough)
Bro wonder how I do it and I make
(MIA JAY C) Come on
GlockBoyz, n*gga

[Verse 1: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
I know you wonder how I do it and I make this sh*t look easy
My hair nappy, but my pockets fat as hell, they on Peezy
I know I rap, but'll up the blick and shoot, you don't believe me?
I might f*ck around and wild out for nothin', I been fienin'
We got thirty-two lines, that's two pints and six spots
They tried to take my n*gga 32 out the game like 2Pac
If Paris told me I'm in BandGang, this sh*t been gettin' too hot
Money keep on comin' in, these bad hoes just wanna f*ck now
I told bro if I start shootin' and I miss, just get the rebound
[?] we pull up wit' them switches and they beatbox
Forget 'bout my name, lil' boy, 'cause I keep Glock
You play around wit' us, we see you out, then you gon' be shot, n*gga
This sh*t gettin' real, I wouldn't lie to you
That's yo' ho? If I drop lo', then she gon' fly it to me
I came outside wit' one in the head, ain't gotta c*ck the pistol
You run up on me tryna play it, then I'm gon pop a n*gga

[Verse 2: 3200 Tre]
Huh, she like, "Why your head so f*cked?" b*tch, I'm a trauma victim
Huh, I never played FIFA before, I don't got time to kick it
Huh, I got sat down for a second, now it's time to get it
Huh, I forgot my blick at home, I grapped my mama pistol
Huh, my hair nappy than a f*ck, that's why I keep it braided
Huh, in LA lookin' for a plug, don't care to see the Lakers
Huh, I'on need no handout, b*tch, you can keep the favor
Huh, stack, stack, stack, flip, and repeat the stagin'
Huh, I wanna my bullets hit you, so I need some tracers
If you a grown man drinkin' liquor, you don't need a chaser
Dog said he got his own sauce, he just need some flavors
Huh, my energy can start a car, b*tch, you don't need no cables
Huh, they say when [?] came out, he came to play ball
Huh, he don't just want half the pocket, he came to take all
Huh, my name ring bells on the campus, I got some great soft
Huh, dog tried to kill me, he knew I was 'bout to take off
[Outro: 3200 Tre]
Come on, n*gga
Real Money Counter, MINE sh*t, b*tch
It's Thirty, come on
Trippin'