Tray Gwaupooo - Flows

I could show my youngins how to trap I just made A couple plays but I can't never
Cap I just got them real steppers they take you
Off the map I ain't gonna sleep broke , not type to Take
A nap Bro just got a lil piece that he just really

Clapped Let me show you how to really jug right Up
In this rap Tryna give this blueprint, feel like I'm Just
Hov Yeah we on that slimy shit, tell him wipe his
Nose Got money makin' in my veins, I was Diagnosed

Let me show you how to do this shit 500 flows, Ayy, come on
I be with the steppers, switch go fff, Hear suppressors
I got good za, come shop, I got the pressure I got All this power, but I feel like I'm just 50
I got all the prices for Dlow, get with me I ain't Really forcing shit, but some money with

A rubber band Tryna get this paper, I'm just Stackin
Til I get 100 grand Can't deal with toxic bitches, They just wanna
Fuck again Every time I bust a trap, she always Wanna
Fuss again Baby I'm a rapper, and a trapper, you Outta luck

Again, ayy I know a label gonna call me for a deal
500 in the streets for long, I'm just out here Trappin' out these hunnids
Who's city, its just mine, I'm just really tryna run it
Once I really get it, mill, I just made it, I just done it

Ayy, come on

Written by:
Traven Bryant

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