my trap phone lyrics

[Intro]
Hey, OLLY!
(n*ggas know I pistol pack [?])
Track One!

[Verse 1: Dwillspazzout]
n*ggas’ know I pistol pack, for real
Yeah run up on me It’s a wrap for real (yeah!)
All these n*ggas’ they just chat for real
Yeah don’t f*cking touch me, you’ll get slapped, for real
Can’t f*ck that hoe, she a bop-bop (she a bop!)
And I’m shooting on sight when I see an opp
Do that n*gga dirty we gon’ leave his ass In the snow
And you know me, Im toting on that foe-foe (pop! pop!)
f*ck that, yeah im toting on that “G-9”
Shoot him once, yeah I’ll make his ass rewind


[Verse 2: murdakami]
Them n*ggas’ some pups, yeah they not no damn canines
He try to talk down, yeah that n*gga get shot in his spine
Asking me why I took your b*tch? n*gga she’s mine
Feeling like a young thug Im finna’ go commit a crime
Tired of broke n*ggas’ saying that it’s their time
Saying that he punched up my mans’, he gotta’ pay the price
Spray down the car, after that I go to pray to Christ
You a lil’ dirty ass n*gga, yeah you got lice
n*gga want 10 bands off of just rolling dice
I know you see the shoes, my n*gga yeah i know they nice
Got a asian b*tch, yeah she cooking me beans and rice
How the f*ck you gon’ yell at me when you know im right?
n*gga said he was gon’ catch me lacking, you better think twice
n*gga want to talk down on me, so we spinning on bikes
(n*gga want to talk down on me, so we spinning on bikes)

[Verse 3: Dwillspazzout]
Yeah they see I get money, but they don’t like It
n*ggas’ broke as hell tryna’ rob, like “why Is you triflin’?”
Bum-ass n*gga ask for money “why Is you triflin’?”
Me and bro boutta’ go up, no you cannot come
When they was making fun of me, It was all fun
But now you think It’s cool, hell nah you a f*ckin’ bum

[Verse 4: murdakami]
Yeah lil’ n*gga you a muhf*ckin’ bum-b*tch
Pull up on yo’ block, hell yeah I got a f*ckin’ stick
And If you think Im playin’ n*gga I got an AK
Rapid bullets, so you know that sh*t gon’ f*ckin’ spray
And If the cops pull up, Imma’ throw the switch
And I don’t wanna’ talk to you, cuz’ yous’ a f*ckin’ b*tch
But I don’t care, cuz’ Imma’ still f*ck up on yo’ b*tch
Walk up inna’ mall, yo’ b*tch ask me for a f*ckin’ kiss
But Im not fin’ do dat’ cuz’ that b*tch f*ckin’ dirty
Last time I seen you, I had you runnin’ like you was inna’ hurry
AK47 sh*t, n*gga, stupid b*tch!

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