Spring Break

Lyrics
[Verse 1: Certified Trapper] Ayy, everything buss, it not no CBD Get up on a beat and I hit it with a DDT If a nigga diss, blow his body up with TNT Fuckin' on this bitch, put her phone on the DND Fuck around, play a tune with the ARP Eatin' out with the Asian bitch, this some Vietnamese .30 bustin' out the joggy, made her hit her knees Puttin' ice on, go, man, this shit ain't cheap [Verse 2: Luh Tyler] I don't even want your ho if she ain't a freak Spend a big bankroll on exotic weed Know the streets get cold, so we keep that heat (Ayy) Brodie ridin' with that broom, he'll sweep you off your feet (Mm, mm) Yeah, diamonds dancin' on my necklace (Hey, hey) Bro say, "Fuck a football," he gon' catch licks Snatch off in that Super Cool, they can't catch this (Skrrt, skrrt) Shawty got a small waist, but my bitch thick [Verse 3: Trapland Pat] Yo, we don't need no VPN, we at a B&B Add a tracer to that Curry, make it 33 By the time we flush this Benz, we'll be in Kankakee (Ayy) I'll probably go and cop a— (brrt) 'fore I cop a plea That nigga fled, ain't cop a half, ain't even cop a G They callin' trap Atlanta, a locksmith, he re-rocked the key [Verse 4: 1900Rugrat] Off a Perc' ten in the booth, finna fall asleep On the net he talk crazy, sayin' to me, "Who could I please?" All the dope up in my lungs, bitch, I smoke a lot of weed Had to cut them people off, it was just a lot of greed, uh Hop up in a Benz truck, doin' top speed I got this bitch mad at him 'cause he not me Red and blue E-Pill like the top three, uh She done suck the soul out me, she a top demon [Verse 5: BabyTron] Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah Nah-ah, nah, nah Huh, hey, hey, hey Cornballs of the year, y'all boys the nominees Tell the opps to borrow me, they all can get a shot for free Cuddy walkin' down to lay it up, he never shot a three Super Saiyan, ultra instinct, brodie popped a bean Early mornin' on my grind like some coffee beans Wocky in my coffee cup, the Cartis, they on coffee cream When you see militia, you see bucks like Milwaukee team Bitch called me mean without the drink, she went and bought me lean ShittyBoyz Dog$hit Militia, long live $cam, you know Hey, hey, hey, hey Nah, nah, nah, nah, huh Hey
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Credits
- Writers
- BabyTron
- Certified Trapper
- Luh Tyler
- 1900Rugrat
- Trapland Pat