trapped out

Lyrics

[Pre-Chorus] I got percies, I got lean (DANGER!) Rock the 30' for those f-- I got-- i got percies, i got lean Rock the 30' for those-- I got-, I got percies, i got lean Rock the 30' for those feins I got (chili?) fuck you mean Thirty bands inside my jeans And i think he got a beam And these niggas look at me Niggas they not really-- (BlackMoneyBoyz Deathrow, fuck nigga) [Verse 1] I got them bags, i can sh-- (yuh, yuh) I got them bags, i can shoot him for a fee If u tryna' see some drank, nigga you should fuck with me I got molly, i got weed I got everything i need [Chorus] I got percies, i got lean Rock the 30' for those feins I got percies, i got lean Rock the 30' for those f-- I got-- i got percies, i got lean Rock the 30' for those feins I got chill, the fuck you mean Thirty bands inside my jeans And i think he got a beam And these niggas look at me [Verse 2] Niggas they not really playin' And i send it in my dreams Im not stupid, i be gang And i move accordingly I just bought two [?], they'll be dirty in a week I just-- I just-- I just bought two [?], they'll be dirty in a week Niggas hiding, [?] smoke We gon' smoke all his on me [Verse 3] I ain't laughing ain't no joke This ain't not no fucking game Speaking on my nigga Mike Til' these bullets hit his brain On my gang he got no pass, nigga I ain't fucking playing You won't catch me at no mass, nigga I ain't fucking praying I ain't even wanna speak, bitch if you not fucking paying [Verse 4] Yuh The fuck you sayin'? Niggas can't even compete with me They gotta team up And they smoke can't even fuck with me That shit not enough I'll go bitch off where i'm known nigga Ain't no fucking tricks Cause that shit will get you killed nigga Get you turnt to dust I can't take no fucking chance nigga I ain't had no luck But i always take that risk nigga I don't give a fuck [Outro] I got them bags, i can sh-- (yuh, yuh) I got them bags, i can shoot him for a fee If u tryna' see some drank, nigga you should fuck with me I got molly, i got weed I got everything i need I got percies, i got lean Rock the 30' for those feins I got (chili?) fuck you mean Thirty bands inside my jeans And i think he got a beam And these niggas look at me