Gutta - No Laptop (Bonus Track)

I'm in the trap, I got a strap
Moe in the crack, he got a mac
No laptop, my mag hot
Got mad guap, I'm mad hot
I'm in the trap, I got a strap
Moe in the crack, he got a mac
No laptop, my mag hot
Got mad guap, I'm mad hot

A bad block, that I'm off
I trapped off, I stacked off
My raps cough (umm), that mean they sick
My water wrist (umm) made me seasick
My foreign bitch (umm) she bad as shit
She blow me kiss, she send me pics
I'm outta state, jumped out a wraith
I'm getting cake, this shit ain't fake
It's fuck the jakes (umm), leave them in lakes
Free all my niggaz, free them today
I'm in the A, I need a K
This shit ain't safe, the place where I stay
These rappers gay, these niggaz sus
You want be bae, hold on sus
Been getting paid, since I was a crook
Did it my way, I wrote the book
These niggaz shook, these niggaz stunned
Golden gun nigga, reload the gun nigga
Hold the drum nigga, it's a tommy gun nigga
He ain't got no job baby, he Tommy son
(Off Martin)

I'm in the trap, I got a strap
Moe in the crack, he got a mac
No laptop, my mag hot
Got mad guap, I'm mad hot
I'm in the trap, I got a strap
Moe in the crack, he got a mac
No laptop, my mag hot (r.i.p Fredo)
Got mad guap, I'm mad hot

I just dropped a stack a day ago
This shit a game I know how to play it tho
If you with the gang you ain't gotta say it tho
I stay in some drama I should have my own TV show
I'm talking bout HBO, these fuck niggaz they hate me though
And these duck ass bitches acting crazy moe
Better get off yo ass ya lil lazy ho
All this goofy as shit don't phase me bro
Cuz I'm too high up I'm too wavy bro
So this shit all good it's all gravy bro
Gotta keep thinking bout my lil babies bro
And keep going harder than ever
When I'm gon stop nigga never
This shit can only get better
Water wrist fucked up the weather
Heart so cold need a sweater
The V is for Vuitton not Vendetta
Got Louie on my arm and etc
Got the toolie in my palm for whoever
Got me feeling like Lebron or whatever
I just got off the phone with LA
And I'm smoking some shit from LA
And my bro just came home from LA
Got me feeling like Lebron or whatever
I just got off the phone with LA
And I'm smoking some shit from LA
And my bro just came home from LA
(Ventura county mafuka)

I'm in the trap, I got a strap
Moe in the crack, he got a mac
No laptop, my mag hot
Got mad guap, I'm mad hot
I'm in the trap, I got a strap
Moe in the crack, he got a mac
No laptop, my mag hot
Got mad guap, I'm mad hot

Written by:
Christian Dixon

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