EL Reon - Prolly in Da Trap

If you looking for a nigga
Yeah I'm probably in the trap
Yeah I'm probably cooking crack
Yeah I'm probably serving pack
Nigga talkin all dat shit
Put some holes in his hat
I'll get yo ass clap
Get yo stupid ass wacked
Nigga talkin all that Shit
Put a bag on his head
I'll leave yo ass red
We ain't neva fuckin scared
Nigga wake up in the morning
Say my mother fuckin pledge
To this mother fuckin chopper
I love life on the edge
I live life on the edge
Do that make me suicidal
I'm out here
Trying to change the world
Just like Michael
All these niggas they recycle
Ain't nun of Dese niggas real
All Dese hoes some bops and thots They just wanna pop pills
Bop out let gang do da drill
These niggas nowadays too
Sentimental
I'd rather just listen to ur instrumental
Gotta beat and a drum like a instrumental
Shorty pop out with a Four nickel
I ain't got time for these hoe niggas
Cappin like dey sum gorillas
Peal yo silver back
Cook you like a tortilla
I can be da villain
Bitch At least i get my strilla
I ran through these thousands
Now I'm trying to get a million
I shop at the Gucci store
You shop da villa
I don't trust people
Thats too mother fuckin risky
And my palms sweaty
And my fingers getting itchy
Pill got me biting bitch I'm high
Bitch I'm jiggy
Bitch I'm bout to run it up
Bitch I feel like diggy
Pop out wit dis semi
I'll shoot you In yo kidney
Pill In da remy
Got dis 30 in my fendi
I just want a bird
Imma flip it like a gymnist
If I get a sentence
I will never write a statement
I grew around some gangsters
You grew up around some snitches
All you niggas some bitches
Bitch Imma call my hitman
Shorty call me da zipman
175 lets do business
I ain't with that fu shit
Ain't really wit dat
Shorty I ain't really with the chit chat
4nemm knock yo shit back

Written by:
Darion Smith

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