"Trap Slap" lyrics

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Ya niggas really capped out
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Glock 9
Hit his ahh about 9 times

I can't be fucked up bout no hoe
When I already had ya
I'm Chris Paul if I cant score
Bitch I'm bound bound to pass it
Bitch I love da money
Shidd it love me
Get ran over both this shit
We playing rugby
Just cut my cougar off
She ain't let me fuck her buddy
Fuck you mean

Da prince of Birmingham and I done sold 1000 grams
Catch a 1000 flips
Sod a hunnids zipz
Getting money in my blood but you know I fw crips
And I keep one in da head bitch I'm dumping off da hip
Da bitch can't suck my dick no moe
Ion like she how she do it
Can't even do the simple shit
2 me ya useless
Ion gotta talk my diamonds making hoes nut
Spent a bag wit Avianne so I know ya know wassup

We running laps
Lil bitch running laps
We running laps
Lil bitch running laps
We running laps
Lil bitch running laps
Fuck you mean

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Welcome to the traphouse
Trapped out
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You niggas really capped out
Trapped out
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Welcome to the traphouse
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You niggas really capped out

This that shoot the whole street up
Smoke a tree wit my feet up
And spend every dollar that you had on a reup
Somebody cross me I assume that they would off me
I'm striking first you thanking it's sweet
Here go a coffin
Lil youngin come and getcha
Photoshop he taking pictures
Getting to dis cheese
Broccoli
I'm bout my green
Spinach
You know I need it
I need my money instant
Hot as a fever
You betta keep ya distance

Trapped out
Slapped out
Welcome to the traphouse
Trapped out
Slapped out
Ya niggas really capped out
45
Glock 9
Hit his ahh about 9 times
Fuck you mean

We running laps
Lil bitch running laps
We running laps
Lil bitch running laps
We running laps
Lil bitch running laps
Fuck you mean

Trapped out
Slapped out
Welcome to the traphouse
Trapped out
Slapped out
Ya niggas really capped out
Trapped out
Slapped out
Welcome to the traphouse
Trapped out
Slapped out
Ya niggas really capped out