Hollyhood Bay Bay, Young Dolph and TrapBoy Freddy - Trap

6 diamond chains on 4 diamond rings on
M's, on top of M's when I came home
My lil bitch she ratchet, bend her over
Stab it

Let the pussy nigga have it i be dead fresh
Bitch closed casket
I got money habit's tragic
You see the pounds, now you don't
Trap nigga magic thousand pounds gone
If I make it, memories disappear, am I wrong?
Getting head on the E way I
Just hope I make it home
Bitch ratchet just like Trina
But she fine like Nia Long
She Bad and she a savage yeah
Pretty and she nasty yeah
Then Shе call me daddy yeah
Met hеr in Louisiana
Fucked her down in Dallas yeah
Dolph did you get your first million
From selling from Cali yeah
All we know is trappin, yeah
Hundred rounds in traffic, yeah

Trap, trap trap, trap
Trap, trap trap, trap
Trap, count, count count, count
Count, count count, count
If your bitch look good
Then I might take her
I just fuck them, na I don't wanna date her
Nigga where your cake? You look like
Money keep calling me, bitch I see you later

Run to the paper just like I'm a whole lotta

My bitch want a bracelet
I told her be pationt, I ran out of pationts
Walking and stepping on

Young nigga go brazy too brazy, my shoelaces
2 bitches and me, that's 2 faces like 2
Ride off, don't pay for the cash
No write off real nigga baby, no knock off
These niggas have beef, they get knocked off
458 in the bag 2700 on the tag
Cooking stashing pateck
Addic i ain't even got no grammy

Trap, trap trap, trap
Trap, trap trap, trap
Trap, count, count count, count
Count, count count, count
If your bitch look good
Then I might take her
I just fuck them, na I don't wanna date her
Nigga where your cake? You look like
Money keep calling me, bitch I see you later

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