Bling Bling lyrics

[Intro: Certified Trapper]
Ha
Bling, bling
Baow

[Verse 1: Certified Trapper]
Switchy chopped and I hurt my f*ckin' wrist (f*ck)
Don't leave me around your ho, I'ma f*ck your b*tch (Ah)
All this f*ckin' ice, think I'm servin' out a hundred bricks (Bling)
I'ma slime his ass out with the forty, ha (Baow)
b*tch grab me by my chain and my shirt, yeah, I like that (f*ck)
Walked in, leather f*ckin' jacket, call me Mike Trap (Jack)
Put a f*ckboy in a blender, now he cake mix (Cake mix)
Walked in, fifty on me, n*ggas ain't say sh*t (pus*y)
Goin' straight to the ATM when your pape' hit
I'm goin' straight to the ATM 'cause my pape' thick (Ballin')
Drop fifty racks up at Johnny, I ain't say sh*t
Puttin' sh*t down six feet how we play, b*tch (f*ck)
When you get that sh*t by the ton, you gotta move smart (Gotta move smart)
Chop got the long-ass nose 'cause it shoot far (Far)
Told lil' baby stay up in her lane, bеtter do part (Do part)
b*tch in my DM, take this sh*t too far (Man)

[Verse 2: BabyTron]
Should I rock the cocainеs or play the charcoals?
Track 'em down to the G-way, blow up the Arko
I can coach you how to touch down just like the Harbaughs
Who the hell am I? Stop playin', I ain't Carlo
What I'm rollin' up, it's louder than a car crash
Second year, the most valuable, I'm like Lamar Jack
Don't you see it's black? You will never see this card maxed
Ridin' in the strikey-ikey, it ain't come with CARFAX
I ain't bein' quiet, doggy actin' like the FBI
Still ain't go and get a place, you actin' like the rent be high
Junkies gettin' fetty high
Pills with the quilt stitched in, I came from Fendi eyes
Yeah, I see you shakin' it, lil' ho, but pick the pace up
Buff-faced, I could pick a plate up
Ayy, I'm pickin' plays up
Pickin' pape' up, pickin' drank up
[Outro: BabyTron]
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