TRAP ADDICT lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah n*gga
Tony Shhnow n*gga, SOS the motherf*cking mob pus*y n*gga
You know what the f*ck we on n*gga, still trappin
b*tch

[Hook]
Uh, Icey but shiesty, baby don’t trust me
Yeah, this watch on me blinding, sick, the sh*t disgusting
I almost threw up cause this mud I’m sipping, damn my cup so dirty
And My trap house boiling like a pot, these hoes on me cause I’m hot
Trap addict, cash addict, I just need the guap
f*ck the hitch on the first night, you the type gone pay for top
Me and my n*ggas ain’t worried bout y’all
We havin' it on us, you know that it’s tucked
All of these Glocks got di*ks, you playin lil b*tch, I pull up you finna get f*cked
Don’t get this sh*t twisted pus*y know my shooters c*ck and aim
If it’s a problem, we don’t think, my n*gga know just bust his brain
Don’t do no beef, we snatch yo sh*t, and do a video with yo chain
I don’t do business if you don’t got stains
This Glock on me pop like it want fame

[Verse]
You know me, I just play my role, this n*ggas keep showing the hands
I got them Zara’s saggin on me cause they holding em bands
Oh that’s yo hoe, no I ain’t know, she just gone blow like a fan
Got a 1 one girl with the 2 I make em hoes shake like twins
If you got chase, then hit my dm come and make you a band
I’m still in the trap, but a n*gga gone act like he made it
I’m pushing the foreign, I ain’t driving the basic
The cash in the attic, got pounds in the basement
Put wok in my cup, no D’usse
My n*ggas shooting off the rip, no 2K
Steady having knots in my pocket, no shoelace

[Hook]

Uh, Icey but shiesty, baby don’t trust me
Yeah, this watch on me blinding, sick, the sh*t disgusting
I almost threw up cause this mud I’m sipping, damn my cup so dirty
And My trap house boiling like a pot, these b*tches on me cause I’m hot
Trap addict, cash addict, I just need the guap
f*ck the hitch on the first night, you the type to pay for top
Me and my n*ggas ain’t worried bout y’all
We havin' it on us, you know that it’s tucked
All of these Glocks got di*ks, you playin lil b*tch, I pull up you finna get f*cked
Don’t get this sh*t twisted pus*y know my shooters c*ck and aim
If it’s a problem, we don’t think, my n*gga know just bust his brain
Don’t do no beef, we snatch yo sh*t, and do a video with yo chain
I don’t do business if you don’t got stains
This Glock on me pop like it want fame

[Outro]
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