MVX - TRAP BOY SUMMER

IMSTILLSELLINCUT
STILL SELLING CUT
STILL SELLING CUT

Niggas talking that shit
Bet im on ya ass
Plug fronted me a plate
I had to do the dash

Foregrip on that draco got my aim different
Nigga think he bulletproof til them cans hit em
Yeah niggas talking shit like i can't get her
If a nigga can't beatem, bet i can blick em
Have her pull on me i need a quick nut
If i fuck ya baby mama bet i wake the kids up

I'm sorry man
I was trapping

They gave my nigga 8 years he kept his chin up
Then came home on some shit, he ain't give up
My nigga dump it in the crow, yeah he a sick fuck
Nigga owe me for a pack, bet i get his kids touched

If i lay nigga down
He won't get up
Spinning in that nova man
Bet I hit ya ribs bruh

Sweet chin music the work
It's too pure man
20k stuffed
In them ensure cans

Yeah we stepping on it
That means we marching on it
If that's a new Benz
Bet I got a target on it

I'm sorry man
I was getting money

Written by:
malcolm jones

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