Trapper Rapper

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Quilly & Spade-O - Rap

Trapper Rapper

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[Chorus: Quilly] Bottles all night, I don't even drink Shoot you in your face, I won't even blink Dope boy knot but I don't sell dope Phone keep ringin' like I sell coke Hear it in my voice, you can tell I'm back Ladder pokin' out, you can tell I'm strapped No, I'm not a trapper, why you tell em that? No, I'm not a rapper, why you tell em that? [Verse 1: Quilly] First and last name, why you tell em that? Pookie runnin' to me like I'm sellin' crack You don't even hustle, you just hold the pack Brand new "K" wit the shoulder strap Know where his momma stay cuz you told em that My hitters goin' in, they ain't holdin' back Pocket full of 100's like I'm sellin' dope Smellin' like the sour, I don't even smoke A lot of niggas' told cuz they couldn't wait They sat me in that room but I didn't break Bitch, I'm not a rapper, most these rappers fake You think I'm a trapper cuz I'm gettin' cake Servin' niggas' in the county, servin different states If it's all love, why do niggas' hate? These bottles for the hoes, I don't even drink I'm just tryna drain a 4 in the kitchen sink [Chorus: Quilly] Bottles all night, I don't even drink Shoot you in your face, I won't even blink Dope boy knot but I don't sell dope Phone keep ringin' like I sell coke Hear it in my voice, you can tell I'm back Ladder pokin' out, you can tell I'm strapped No, I'm not a trapper, why you tell em that? No, I'm not a rapper, why you tell em that? [Verse 2: Spade-O] Fiends around the block, yeah, I'm sellin' dope Presidential shit, yeah, bitch, I'm sellin' hope I laugh in niggas' faces like they're tellin' jokes 30-30, long range wit the telescope Spade-O & Quilly, yeah, it's our year Extended magazine in my moncler I got no fear, my team like the Spartans Oh yeah, I dropped 15 in Neiman Marcus And, dropped 10 more, and, I ain't even think about it Merc a nigga, hop in my bed, don't lose a wink about it 36 O's in the pot,I add the baking Powder Then, put it out on the block, we took the shake up out it I'm still a rapper, I'm still a trapper I ball up bitches and toss em like shitty pampers I move weight, I talk heavy to everybody Prince of Bel-Air, it's black bottles for everybody [Chorus: Quilly] Bottles all night, I don't even drink Shoot you in your face, I won't even blink Dope boy knot but I don't sell dope Phone keep ringin' like I sell coke Hear it in my voice, you can tell I'm back Ladder pokin' out, you can tell I'm strapped No, I'm not a trapper, why you tell em that? No, I'm not a rapper, why you tell em that?

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  • Quilly