"Freestyle Inna Trap" lyrics
(feat. RTB MB)
(Enrgy made this one)
Come on, RTB, nigga, gang
I got enough to put your kids up in private school
All these bitches want a Trench Baby, I ain't gotta choose
These Glocks will give him face time, this is not a Zoom
All he heard was click-clack, nigga, and a bada-boom
Type of nigga tell my bitch about the hoes, girl, do not assume
I ain't got no Casamigos for you, but I got a shroom
Brodie sweepin' all these niggas' blocks, he is not a broom
Bitch named April may take dick like we not in June
I know niggas spinnin' for me like a ceiling fan
Brodie slidin' with a drumstick, I ain't Spinnabenz
Turned Muslim in the feds, saw an opp, he finna sin again
I'll tell that bitch to get a job 'fore I spend a ten
Off the mud, wishin' I can get my nigga back
Free my nigga Buzz, he'll clip you in your fitted cap
Just 'cause I fucked, baby girl, you cannot get a rack
We just upped the button on the blicky, it's a midget MAC
Sippin' mud with your bitch, she let me piggyback
Finger-fuckin' nina all in public, her big-titty ass
She wanna get drunk when I touch down, but I kicked the pack
Your bitch ain't got no willpower, this ain't Men In Black
Blowed as hell on the jumbotron eatin' snacks
I'm on FanDuel scammin' hard, but we won't mention that
You a fan, dude, actin' hard, boy, where your chicken at?
I'm a serial scammer, I keep on catchin' Apple jacks
Three of us left it in her weave, we passed it back to back
Ayy, ayy
Told Miles I'll slide for the low, just give me five million
G a shooter and a driver, nigga, Miles Bridges
Crop him out my pic, he got on bullshit, Taj Gibson
Pipin' down your bitch with different strokes, feel like Todd Bridges
He can't smoke with me, he hittin' all mids, Shaun Livingston
When I read the opps' bios, I can't stop gigglin'
Ayy
Come on, RTB, nigga, gang
I got enough to put your kids up in private school
All these bitches want a Trench Baby, I ain't gotta choose
These Glocks will give him face time, this is not a Zoom
All he heard was click-clack, nigga, and a bada-boom
Type of nigga tell my bitch about the hoes, girl, do not assume
I ain't got no Casamigos for you, but I got a shroom
Brodie sweepin' all these niggas' blocks, he is not a broom
Bitch named April may take dick like we not in June
I know niggas spinnin' for me like a ceiling fan
Brodie slidin' with a drumstick, I ain't Spinnabenz
Turned Muslim in the feds, saw an opp, he finna sin again
I'll tell that bitch to get a job 'fore I spend a ten
Off the mud, wishin' I can get my nigga back
Free my nigga Buzz, he'll clip you in your fitted cap
Just 'cause I fucked, baby girl, you cannot get a rack
We just upped the button on the blicky, it's a midget MAC
Sippin' mud with your bitch, she let me piggyback
Finger-fuckin' nina all in public, her big-titty ass
She wanna get drunk when I touch down, but I kicked the pack
Your bitch ain't got no willpower, this ain't Men In Black
Blowed as hell on the jumbotron eatin' snacks
I'm on FanDuel scammin' hard, but we won't mention that
You a fan, dude, actin' hard, boy, where your chicken at?
I'm a serial scammer, I keep on catchin' Apple jacks
Three of us left it in her weave, we passed it back to back
Ayy, ayy
Told Miles I'll slide for the low, just give me five million
G a shooter and a driver, nigga, Miles Bridges
Crop him out my pic, he got on bullshit, Taj Gibson
Pipin' down your bitch with different strokes, feel like Todd Bridges
He can't smoke with me, he hittin' all mids, Shaun Livingston
When I read the opps' bios, I can't stop gigglin'
Ayy
