Baby trapp music - PezzyLand

Humble Grey makes me different
Aye
Bitches trap
Aye

Aye, sit down
Better take off that vest
They was waiting on a song
So I came with disrespect

This fuck chubs, he in the wood
And I mean that to the neck and if a
Nigga got a problem, bounce out
Ain't tryna text like what you on

30's, I won't put em in my song
Got some info on the dead
That they won't know until I'm gone
He was dissing on my brother

Now he dead and my wrong
Brody picking off the fools
And he rolling off some stone like I ain't him
I ain't never played about no pape

He try to run from the Drake
And he feel he out of shape
Fuck a mask, if it's that
Then I'm shooting bare face

And if he diss on Lil Jody
He gon' die, that's on the gang like
Aye
Light it up

I can't wait till they catch Roach
So I can put him in a blunt
Free Body out the cage
He went to top him down for fun

They gon' be mad to get snatch
thought I was paying for that gun
You hear me
This chubs kicking

It be fucking up my lungs
Try to slide with that lil' thing
You see I ain't going for none
Hit him all up in his back

Cause the goofy tried to run
We had to put his ass to sleep
I could've swore that was your son, bitch
Come outside, y'all niggas hiding in the house

Niggas got to driving cars
Heard what happened to the mouse
Mar ain't make it to the scene
Fuck the suckers talking bout

Niggas fell up in that water
Almost washed him down the drought
Aye, free yell
He had to put em on that couch

He got a 40 to the head
Cause he ain't know what I was bout
Got some fullies on the north
And got some simmies on the south

I got some fullies on the north
Got some simmies on the south, bitch

Written by:
Zion Striplin

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