spidaguru - TRAP AINT DEAD ++

Riding in a trackhawk
This shit ain't a regular jeep
Man that bitch super freaky
She ate my fucking meat
And all these old ass niggas hating
Cause i'm hopping on these beats
Got a big ass chopper
Call it a cutter
Cause it turn him to pieces
And that lil hoe she gave me brain
She gave me top I was speechless
I'm in the trackhawk jeep
Im doing 180
Lil bitch i'm speeding
These pussy niggas they be hating
Boy we ain't competing
I'm in that whip it feel like satan
Boy but this here a demon
I get them racks I get that cake
Lil boy I go straight to neiman
You better beef about that pape
Lil boy these bitches they meaningless
Up that drac on a bitch ass nigga
Got him shaking and screaming
And all these niggas doing that barking
We can meet up at heman
It's cool to hate me by yourself
These pussy niggas they teaming
I got this ice up on my ear
I'm fucking shaking
I'm freezing
I might just fuck up on your bitch
Creep where you lay for no reason
Put that boy face up in a cake
He in the sky
He with jesus
Damn trap of fucking die
Bitch I feel like young jeezy
Please stop posting them corny ass fits
Up on the gram that shit cheesy
And these niggas capping rapping
Boy I make this shit look easy
Got so many sons with this rap shit
Boy these niggas wanna be me
Aye
Only one guru or lil pint nigga
Got a new stick
I ain't fighting yall niggas
Stick break him down
Like we break down a swisher
She wanna fuck from my instagram picture
Nigga wanna diss
I might fuck on his sister
Old corn ass nigga
I cannot fuck with ya
Drop the lean in the vess
That shit look like a mixture
Yeah that bitch give me neck
Yeah that bitch give me twister
Chopper hit him
Make a fuck nigga dance
She wanna fuck cause its bands in my pants
These niggas be switching
Just stick to the plan
Imma blow with this music
Nigga i ain't playing

Written by:
Daivion Crawford

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