Trap Boy Soulja lyrics

[Hook]
Trap boy Soulja, trap boy Soulja
Trap boy Soulja, trap boy Soulja
I got what you need, flip, bakin' soda
Mixin' what you need, lean, [?]
Trap boy Soulja, trap boy Soulja
Trap boy Soulja, trap boy Soulja
I got what you need, lean, bakin' soda
Mixin' what you need, lean molly cough

[Verse 1]
I got what you need, trap boy Soulja
In that white cocaine Benz like its baking soda
I've been flipping bricks, got it 'cross the border
And that f*cking swag bag coming 'cross the border
In a f*cking white van, tell 'em place the order
M16 hollow tips hit his shoulder
He thought I was playing, unloaded hella clips
Rich gang, half the bank, baking soda wrist
Hot yellow b*tch, and she sucking di*k
How wait thats me with like fifty bricks
Backseat playing, like siccisy please sit in the seats
Shoutout to my squad and to my n*ggas doing hits

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[Verse 2]
Damn I'm paranoid I think them n*ggas tapped my phone
I had packs, touched down and everything was gone
In the nets f*ckin' daily in my styrofoam
Swag bag Margielas on my f*cking foot
And the next day a shoot out with the f*ckin' 4
So I had to drop my top and I was gone
All that mothaf*ckin' cheddar I had like sixty on
Had to shut the packs cause they had to pull me over
I was on cut flexing with like 38
And I hop up in that hooptie all them n*ggas fake
In the next f*cking day I catch up with louise state
They say damn soulja you done did your squad feet
In the next day my flex was on the f*cking screen
Swag bag and they both had them for 16
Had 33 keys in a f*cking jeep
I had pistol stacked, under my f*cking seat
Trap boy soulja, boom caught it colder
I had gun stashed up in every sofa
And them n*ggas say damn trey you done took it over
I been whipping this and this, since like 4 older

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