Trap Files lyrics

I was chillin n da hood should I say da Trap
n*ggas lookin 4 da work n know exactly where im at
Posted up im chillin stackin 2 da ceillin
Tryna figure out da fastest way grind up on a million
In a dope fein jacket she know dat im da man
Gotta income tax check N she spent 3 grand
Keepa str8 shoota da gurl got it bad
Caught her n da backyard breakin down brillo pads
Dont be cursin at my grandma, watch ya muf*ckin mouth
See me n da street dont be c*min 2 her house
There go robin ass Carlos I pay him no mind
Last n*gga tried 2 get shot his ass 4x
Keep my ears 2 da street heard thru da grapevine
Him and dem n*ggas steady runnin wit plottin on mine
Get it how a live yea im ready 4 da static
50 round clip n its fully automatic
Fresh outta work so im baggin up mo'
Til' my lil cousin told me dat my p.o. at da doe
Ain't dis boutta b*tch
Hid the quarter birdy
Curfews at 9 n its only 7:30
So now im at my aunt's house i need 2 use da kitchen
No matta what I give her she be muf*ckin trippin
She ask for 800, I gave her what I got
My sh*t ain't where I put who been f*ckin wit my pot?
She said nobody,I said I can't tell
She said its over there witcha' bags an ya' scale
Gotta H-Town plate first thing n da moanin'
Headed 2 his front doe b4 da n*gga start yawnin'
Im talkin Trap files
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I was chillin n da hood should I say da trap
n*ggas lookin 4 da work n kno exactly where im at
Posted up chillin stackin 2 da ceillin
Tryna figure out da fastest way grind up on a million
Heard dis n*gga buyin' cars man dis muf*cka krazi
Always playin phone tag n*gga f*ck u pay me
Get smash like potatoes 4 thinkin sh*t gravy
1 phone call il' have his whole body lazy
Plotican wit da hommies, all convicted felons
Been 2 prison 6x n ain't sh*t dat u can tellem'
And he rite back at it, touchdown n December
n*gga damn near folded still I had the gang member
First a n*gga skool dem , then I roll da dice
Went and telll da folks sh*t I need it n my life
So now im pickin up my money
Tuck my pistol n my pants
Bet 20/20 mo' so I left it like a grand
Dope game b*tch u can play if u wanna
Heard da feds snatch lil Tony dem' from round da corner
Heard da n*gga got popped wit 2 bricks and a llama
Even picked up his gurl n den they came n got his momma'
Got em on a wire tap, shuda' heard it n his tone
Crash dummy ass n*gga talkin reckless on da phone
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