Bandchasindee4x - TrapTalk (feat. JankyyAntt)

Fourteen servin a dummy fourteen servin a junkie
I get the pack off like a blitz run up on me and get hit me and
Jankyyantt yea we came from the trap nigga trappin so hard not a day
I can slack nigga said he trappin hard he ain't gettin no packs nigga
Ima fuck on his bitch ima take her to saks nigga uh uh which one
You want got the moon rock or the crunch nigga this shit potent I'm smokin on za boy
I think that I'm floating ya bitch negging the dick told that bitch keep chocking damn
I'm pulling they cards glock 19 send a nigga to the stars cap in yo rap
You ain't doing them bars If I'm doin the crime
Then I'm taking the charge I got the moon rocks and the zips
I got the glock nigga in my hip Thinkin I'm birdy shit'll get you hit
Ima walkdown turn that boy to the lick
He talking too much give em shots to the fit he tried to run up
And got hit in his shit g19 and it's stuffed ina dip I
Play with them sticks but I ain't cracking no stones
Breaking her back and breaking her bones uh pop me a perc just to get in my zone
Hit off once now look how he Gone I'm taking that risk never in bond
Feeling like brady how I threw up the bomb fuck a toe-tag shoot at his arm
Spent on his block and I'm heavily
Armed uh he got on that car he ain't think that I peeped it 223's nigga watch
How I creep shit I beat from the back
Then I nut then I leave it all of this pressure the junkies keep feining
I'm making these plays like madden an I'm up next bitch niggas know
That I'm having my streams looking good niggas know
I'm living lavish he got shot in his head
Collateral damage so many bitches they stay on my dick
And I don't wanna fuck just choke on my johnson I ain't
Shy with these glizzys bitches know that I'm awesome ant
Throw up that pack niggas know I'm gone moss em I nut on that bitch then I toss em
I 95 in the lanes I lost em and I feel like kyree with the stick yea I crossed uh yeah
Score on a opp I'm leaving my Vick knock the opp out the park shots start firin bullets Tore em apart He drawing them tips like he major in art on
My way to the top ain't no way I can flop and I'm smoking on gas shit
Smelling like fart and I'm taxing a birdy 75 for a cart damn bruh
You taxing a lot they don't know a lil nigga had to
Get it from the block I'm pushing these weights and I beat up the block
Serve a zip for the low hit I'm swervin that drop purple punch for the low yeah
I get it a lot damn shawty fake lunchin put the paint to his top

Written by:
Deon Hawkins

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