"Trap Or Die Remix" lyrics
Bum, bum, bum
Meh, meh, meh
Meh, meh, meh, meh
Double cup on Twin Towers, Porsche twins, it's a 9/11
Three-five came 93, but his shit take 87
.45 with a full side and a photo stock, singin' to the devil
I know God got me, I been prayin' more, been sinnin' lesser
OT, I'll spin wherever, freak bitch, she'll spit wherever
They say they can't stand me, why they feel like they can't sit wherever?
Shittin' on 'em, I'll piss wherever
Listen well, you'll get your shit together
Just look at my neck and wrist together
Snow storm, makin' shitty weather
Huh, huh, at the show with that Beretta
Auntie Patton need some more of that brrat, bitch, I can't let her
Goddamn, huh, took another flight to Ella
Call my lil' ho Titty Girl, pockets fatter than Griselda
Goddamn, she say I'm a dog, where my Scooby Snack?
Twenty deep, 7 a.m., all in Booby Trap, huh
Ho, your doctor fuckd up, need to get your booty back
I can tell you ain't blow no fire, where your shooter at?
All us trappers and we fire slingers
Ridin' 'round with bangers, pussy, we'll bang you
Fuck what you claimin', L's pop out, paint you
Pour a deuce up, last night, I erased it
Number two pencil, Drac' got the wood on
Five bedrooms, hundred hoes off of Tucson
All these rappers pissed, Goku, I ain't Oolong
She told me, "Don't pop the pill," bitch, made me take too long
Bae, that pussy good, I'ma be done in 'bout two songs
Beat, beat, beat the pussy up I'm finna bruise 'em
This bitch so damn good, I ain't even put my shoes on
'Fore I kill the pussy, bad bitch, go and put the news on
And it's off the dome, I ain't write shit
I'm already white, I don't need no white bitch
She half-ass sellin' pussy, 'til I'm type rich
Ain't no one for them, baby, gon 'head and sell that monk'
Huh, huh, huh, uh-huh, two twelves got the trunk funky
They left red on his hat, that's a Trump moment
You keep runnin' your lips 'bout me while my nuts on 'em
Ho, I'll get you gone quicker than I could fuck on you (Gone)
I'm smokin' metro bloomin', I can't even breathe
Six pack got me fallin', this that tumbleweed
Huh, got me leanin' over (Lean, lean)
I just poured up Ronnie all up in my soda
Don't let this smile fuck you over, half slumped, slump you over
Feel like I'm stuck to the block just like a cup of soda
Came from the Q45 from '99 to ridin' Rover
Ten hour drive, I ain't lyin', I ain't ridin' sober
Huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, I been too geeked, huh
In a Porsche truck, geeked up with two freaks
White girl, Emma, Emma, we got it by the key, huh
Told the bitch, "Stop all that cryin', just abide by the P," huh
Wah, wah
Wah, wah, huh, wah
Wah, wah, wah, wah
Wah, wah
Meh, meh, meh
Meh, meh, meh, meh
Double cup on Twin Towers, Porsche twins, it's a 9/11
Three-five came 93, but his shit take 87
.45 with a full side and a photo stock, singin' to the devil
I know God got me, I been prayin' more, been sinnin' lesser
OT, I'll spin wherever, freak bitch, she'll spit wherever
They say they can't stand me, why they feel like they can't sit wherever?
Shittin' on 'em, I'll piss wherever
Listen well, you'll get your shit together
Just look at my neck and wrist together
Snow storm, makin' shitty weather
Huh, huh, at the show with that Beretta
Auntie Patton need some more of that brrat, bitch, I can't let her
Goddamn, huh, took another flight to Ella
Call my lil' ho Titty Girl, pockets fatter than Griselda
Goddamn, she say I'm a dog, where my Scooby Snack?
Twenty deep, 7 a.m., all in Booby Trap, huh
Ho, your doctor fuckd up, need to get your booty back
I can tell you ain't blow no fire, where your shooter at?
All us trappers and we fire slingers
Ridin' 'round with bangers, pussy, we'll bang you
Fuck what you claimin', L's pop out, paint you
Pour a deuce up, last night, I erased it
Number two pencil, Drac' got the wood on
Five bedrooms, hundred hoes off of Tucson
All these rappers pissed, Goku, I ain't Oolong
She told me, "Don't pop the pill," bitch, made me take too long
Bae, that pussy good, I'ma be done in 'bout two songs
Beat, beat, beat the pussy up I'm finna bruise 'em
This bitch so damn good, I ain't even put my shoes on
'Fore I kill the pussy, bad bitch, go and put the news on
And it's off the dome, I ain't write shit
I'm already white, I don't need no white bitch
She half-ass sellin' pussy, 'til I'm type rich
Ain't no one for them, baby, gon 'head and sell that monk'
Huh, huh, huh, uh-huh, two twelves got the trunk funky
They left red on his hat, that's a Trump moment
You keep runnin' your lips 'bout me while my nuts on 'em
Ho, I'll get you gone quicker than I could fuck on you (Gone)
I'm smokin' metro bloomin', I can't even breathe
Six pack got me fallin', this that tumbleweed
Huh, got me leanin' over (Lean, lean)
I just poured up Ronnie all up in my soda
Don't let this smile fuck you over, half slumped, slump you over
Feel like I'm stuck to the block just like a cup of soda
Came from the Q45 from '99 to ridin' Rover
Ten hour drive, I ain't lyin', I ain't ridin' sober
Huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, I been too geeked, huh
In a Porsche truck, geeked up with two freaks
White girl, Emma, Emma, we got it by the key, huh
Told the bitch, "Stop all that cryin', just abide by the P," huh
Wah, wah
Wah, wah, huh, wah
Wah, wah, wah, wah
Wah, wah
