Word to Certified Trapper Im a Certified Trapper lyrics

by

CHRIST DILLINGER


[Verse 1]
Keep playing with that bag and we gon' walk you down
Feel like Certified Trapper the way I walk that n*gga down
If I don't pay my taxes the US government gonna walk me down
Louis V bracelet black and brown on my wrist, hit like Chris Brown
I knew I came with the [?]
I got that tool on my waist like I'm Handy Manny
I'm the one with the [?] like Conan O'Brien
Fake ass story, these rappers be lyin'
I get to the bag by any means
These rap n*ggas still be sharing jeans
You ain't never see CHRIST D share jeans
In the trap we still servе fiends
Sipping lean, it is not green
[?]

[Verse 2]
Get in thе pus*y and I go Halloween
Get in the pus*y and I go Michael Myers
Get in the pus*y and I go eeh
Get in the pus*y and I go retarded
Louis V on my wrist look retarded
My chain so big it look retarded
Wake up off a Xan, I just restarted
I'm so damn fresh, I look retarded
Get in that pus*y, I go Aquaman
Get in that pus*y, I'm on the swim team
These n*ggas still be sipping piccolo
I got more hoes than Deuce Bigalow
[Verse 3]
I told that b*tch that I got options
I ain't even got no options
This really the only b*tch I got
The shelf this weed came from is on the top
Grab the dope faster than Doc Oc
I rap better than Tupac
I'm high as f*ck man

[Verse 4]
These n*ggas like, "Where's my hug?"
I got two Glocks I bumped up
My guns longer than [?]
Everybody in my family sell drugs
Get so loud you can hear audibly
Get in the pus*y, start calling the audibles
These n*ggas be acting like Ron Stoppable
Ran off on the plug, he Ron Stoppable
Take a perc, I feel unstoppable
Stand in the trap like a Babadook
b*tch, I'm a dog just like Marmaduke
Send a thousand to Mama Duke
Walk up on me, he getting nuked
Sipping lean all day, feel [?]
My new Balenciaga boots
I buy all that Balenciaga sh*t
I don't give a f*ck about that sh*t
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