Trappa - IHEART

Free my niggas in the feds, I'm puttin' all this shit on iHeart You niggas fairly odd, I'm havin' chips like Skylark I'm with a bad bitch, eatin' five-star They callin' me the opps and, I don't know who them guys are Yeah, I buy it soft, but I grind hard Boy, you know you never had your check up, I seen your my chart I'm on this wockhardt, painted like some fine art My eyes red and I'm in red eye this a high car
Remember bein' broke, that left my mind scarred That's why I'm in the kitchen, scoopin' powdered sugar with this chime card
Standin' at the stove with my jar I just watch this shit float all in that water like a lifeguard
Bitch, not to text my phone first, that's how fights start Everybody said this bag fire, this shit might spark

With this fin, I hit the bullseye, these bullets look like dark And I got everything for sale, let me know if you buy carts
Free my niggas in the feds, I'm puttin' all this shit on iHeart You niggas fairly odd, I'm havin' chips like Skylark
What a bad bitch, eatin' five star They callin' me the opps and , I don't know who them guys are
Yeah, I buy it soft, but I grind hard Boy, you know you never had your check up, I seen your my chart

I'm on this wildcard, paint it like some fine art My eyes red and I'm in the red eye, this a high car
Quick price quote, I'm tryin' to ask how much I charge You know I keep a Maggie on me like I'm Marge
Ain't one to let me in the door, I had to barge Don't compare me to these lil' niggas, bitch, I'm large
Something just hit me, I'm in the whip, seein' stars Buy into town, here the price is in his arms

I got brown and white, I can open up a bar Get that green by the box if you ever wanna spar
If you ain't talkin' bout no money, nigga, get at me tomorrow You gon' get it right back, this just a bitch I need to borrow

Written by:
Davontae Weems

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