I was chilling at the crib Feeling kinda sick Then my phone start ring I’m like Who the hell is this He said his name was Bobby I’m like why are you bothering me He said he was sorry but It was something that I gotta see Here’s the addy meet me there around 3 I got that re around 15 a key At this rate I’m telling you it’s highway robbery Talking crazy I said this gotta be a dream How the hell he get my number Must be that chick lasinda Red bone with the blond hair yeah my little tender I told her I needed it cheaper now I remember Grab so much snow I’ll have a White Christmas in Florida in December Head to the trap Check up on my pack I’m well known for my pockets being fat I see the world different now everybody rats You own blood will tell on you that shit just a fact Put 28 up on the scale Because bitch I can barely tell My shit be acting funny from over use I trap very well Buss it down 140 20s ready for sell I’m talking hard white if you could tell I got H to for those who carry spoons Cotton from the cigarettes really multi use Needle in vains as they fade, leaning too It’s about 12 o clock I still got shit to do Get back in my car looking like a star Heading to the Telly that shit ain’t that far Got a QP under my seat of that zay Forty in my lap for any bull shit involved Pull up in the parking lot, nigga like to cap a lot Slide the 40 in my pocket, I’m not tryna get shot Got runner on the corners, watching for the cops Niggas trolling on the book, they want the drop Heading to the room, I be having Molly in my shoes Walk up in the room Melz got hoes in groups Toss him the za, he like she know what to do Bag that up I need that whole $800 Looking at my watch it’s getting close to 2 Get ready we gotta new connect to pursue I need every dollar, I’m not trynna lose If that nigga act funny you know what to do Let’s go in the meantime grab some food And on our way there pick up some tools He wanna meet at the club, hoe dancing But I’m not showing love, not here for that I’m here for the plug, trunk with accessories Plastic bags, duck tape and some gloves He walk up to me, this where you wanna meet You must be brown, I own this spot now I see On the way to the back, telling me he got 3 keys Pound of the Molly and some trees If it’s really for the low, then I Gotta have Shit I’m trapmatic
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