Jody2Good - Mr.Trapman

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Uh
Everybody talking bout they the dopeman
I just got green like Peter, nigga no pans
Selling Pepsi everybody got coke cans
I gotta scale schedule, but no stove plans
Oh damn, 4 grand
For the low strain?
I got the tree like timberland but no tan
I ain't fucking with the Brittany like the snow man
I'm selling weed by the Lindsey, for the low hand
I know a teen who put babies on the stove and
He ain't never coming home till he a old man
Off that lets get back to the program
No scam, on the 5th floor like bro man
Light skin weed look like Gina
We got all type of reefa so you know we also grow Pam
I hear you niggas wanna jack?
Oh damn
I been waiting to prove this blam don't jam
Trapman Trapman
Trapman Trapman
You ain't got loud thats a catfish
Trapman Trapman
Trapman Trapman
Still break a cutie down like a bad bitch
Trapman Trapman
Trapman Trapman
Uncle Sam when the pack hit, tax it
Trapman
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Mister Trapman
Bring me some lean
Bung bung bung bung
Make him a cutie, that I never seen
Bung bung bung bung
Got me two clips, like homies that's soldiers
Bung bung bung bung
Then tell him, we re-up and do it all over
Mister trapman (Aye where the trapman at?)
Bring me some lean (I need a whole thing of lean)
Make him a cutie, that I never seen (I never seen that before)
Got me two clips, (two clips)
Like homies that's soldiers (Like the homies that's some soldiers)
Then tell him, we re-up and do it all over
Mr Trapman
And it's all fire no gas can
One puff, that man gone need a cat scan
Dede Porter ain't the only one that got grams
Damn (RIP)
Aoc Obama ain't the only one that got Gas, damn
Polo gang ain't the only one that got packs, damn
Stink bomb ain't the only one that got straps, damn
Lawd got damn, Clawed Van damn
Paws got bands, yall not playing
Hell nah bitch when in the
Trapman Trapman
Trapman Trapman
You ain't got loud thats a catfish
Trapman Trapman
Trapman Trapman
Still break a cutie down like a bad bitch
Trapman Trapman
Trapman Trapman
Uncle Sam when the pack hit, tax it
Trapman
Mister trapman
Bring me some lean
Bung bung bung bung
Make him a cutie, that I never seen
Bung bung bung bung
Got me two clips, like homies that's soldiers
Bung bung bung bung
Then tell him, we re-up and do it all over

Written by:
Jo Harris

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