Trap lyrics

[Verse 1: Young Dolph]
6 diamond chains on
4 diamond rings on
M's, on top of M's when I came home
My lil b*tch she ratchet, bend her over, stab it
[?]
Let the pus*y n*gga have it
I be dead fresh
b*tch closed casket
I got money habits tragic
You see the pounds, now you don't, trap n*gga magic
Thousand pounds gone
If I make it, memories disappear, am I wrong?
Getting head on the E way I just hope I make it home
b*tch ratchet just like Trina, but she fine like Nia Long
She Bad and she a savage yeah, pretty and she nasty yeah
Then Shе call me daddy yeah
Met hеr in Louisiana, f*cked her down in Dallas yeah
Dolph did you get your first million from selling [?] from Cali yeah
All we know is trappin, yeah
Hundred rounds in traffic, yeah

[Chorus: Young Dolph]
Trap, trap
Trap, trap
Trap, trap
Trap, trap
Trap, count, count
Count, count
Count, count
Count, count
If your b*tch look good, then I might take her
I just f*ck them, na I don't wanna date her
n*gga where your cake? You look like [?]
Money keep calling me, b*tch I see you later
[Verse 2: Trapboy Freddy]
Run to the paper just like I'm a [?]
Whole lotta [?]
[?]
My b*tch want a bracelet [?]
I told her be pationt, I ran out of pationts
Walking and stepping on [?]
[?]
[?] young n*gga go brazy
Too brazy, [?] my shoelaces
2 b*tches and me, that's 2 faces
[?] like 2 [?]
Ride off, don't pay for the cash, no write off
Real n*gga baby, no knock off
These n*ggas have beef, they get knocked off
458 in the bag
2700 on the tag
Cooking [?] stashing
[?] Pateck
[?] addic
[?]
[?]
I ain't even got no grammy

[Chorus: Young Dolph]
Trap, trap
Trap, trap
Trap, trap
Trap, trap
Trap, count, count
Count, count
Count, count
Count, count
If your b*tch look good, then I might take her
I just f*ck them, na I don't wanna date her
n*gga where your cake? You look like [?]
Money keep calling me, b*tch I see you later