Lil Tweak - Trap Shit

Look
I got me a check I got these niggas sick
Momma purse For some change I was fiending for this
Lock doors ina trap got the fiends in this shit
If they invade the spot a whole team in this bitch

Poured 3 ina sprite got me leaning and shit
Nodding off the drugs I keep dreaming and shit
Stay focus them boys keep on swinging this shit
Lil bro grab the mop and start cleaning this shit

I grew up watching my cousin nem bagging it
Always knew ill grow up and start trapping it
Aint a fool How I move be so strategic
Drop change for a brain lil bro cashing it

I remember 4 O'z was a lot to me
Need a bin full of M's in a pot for me
Pockets full like I just hit the lottery
If you see my potential what I can be

Working I'm really trynna get me a deal
I was hoping bro momma had cooked me a meal
All them days ina dark can't explain how I feel
My slimes just want bodies
Just go out and kill

They ain't focus on getting a mill
Or moving they moms to house ona hills
Every season nun new trynna Score like the bills
Addicted lifestyle Shit a give you the chills

Said i wont be shit I aint go to college
Give no fucks to the streets I feel like a scholar
Since a kid gang gang what I used to holla
Posting right there on that corner how I made them dollars
O told me keep your head on never be a follower
Spent a year inside a house that shit ain't have no power
I got into hugging blocks never being Coward
Younging trynna post up like I done played with Howard

Get the spits suck me up for a good hour
My feet up kicked back smoking good sour
Put 3 grams ina blunt give the wood fire
Step on gas hear the skrr from my lil tires

That bitch say that she love me why you a liar
Hit the mall spend a bag get a lil flyer
Good cash nothing cheap Ima good buyer
Them packs I be serving the supplier

10 toes got myself ima grown man
And I trap by myself I'm my own man
This shit I worked hard Got my own bandz
And I don't need no help trusting no man

And I try to stay humble ain't have shit
Same clothes for a week I had bad fits
But now I just get to this cash shit
Trynna get to richest from rag shit

Written by:
Izaraa Bowens

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