Trailer Park Trap

Lyrics

[Intro] Enjoy the little wins, but the last one is mine [Verse 1] Trying to fuck these hoes, yeah, she rides me like a boat Christo universal, I'm moving from coast to coast Visiting cities with names I don't know When I want to relax I pop a couple four Lay down on the couch, and I sleep some more With my little sister shopping at the grocery store Balling in real life, on and off the court Rapping and shit, I just do it all for sport I love my baby, 'cause she always gives me support If I was tied up she'd be sitting in that court I ain't fucking with hoes, because I'm too clean I lеft Goodwill with a fresh pair of jeans Dirty hoes want to sеduct me Instead of sucking dick, how about you brush your teeth? Stop exposing the business, and learn to mind your business I'd be better off if your ass wasn't in it [Chorus: Sample] I'm sick up in this game, I'll take no mothafuckin' shorts And do a-do a 187 with this bloody Jason mask on I'm sick up in this game, I'll take no mothafuckin' shorts And, Rat-a-tat-tat-tat, came my techs from the bushes (I blast with no heart) I'm sick up in this game, I'll take no mothafuckin' shorts And A-AK blast on that ass if in my way, nigga A-AK blast on that ass if in my way, nigga Do- do a 187 with this bloody Jason mask on [Verse 2] Dirty hoes want to seduct me Instead of sucking dick, how about you brush your teeth? Stop exposing the business, and learn to mind your business I'd be better off if your ass wasn't in it Peter Parker, niggas always trying to take pictures Making fake lean, yeah, they make fake elixirs Hit one jugg, and now he think he evil Thought he was slick, so he told all his people Bragged about his friends, then they ratted on him People are so stupid, so I don't talk to them Flood the city like Gotham, let the shit sink I ain't sipping lean if you can't make it pink What the fuck looking at, what you want from me? Don't ask for shit, I'm not a charity I won't teach you music, fuck trying to clone me I ain't Chic-Fil-A, no sauce for free [Chorus: Sample] I'm sick up in this game, I'll take no mothafuckin' shorts And do a-do a 187 with this bloody Jason mask on I'm sick up in this game, I'll take no mothafuckin' shorts And, Rat-a-tat-tat-tat, came my techs from the bushes (I blast with no heart) I'm sick up in this game, I'll take no mothafuckin' shorts And A-AK blast on that ass if in my way, nigga A-AK blast on that ass if in my way, nigga Do- do a 187 with this bloody Jason mask on I'm sick up in this game, I'll take no mothafuckin' shorts And do a-do a 187 with this bloody Jason mask on I'm sick up in this game, I'll take no mothafuckin' shorts And, Rat-a-tat-tat-tat, came my techs from the bushes (I blast with no heart) I'm sick up in this game, I'll take no mothafuckin' shorts And A-AK blast on that ass if in my way, nigga A-AK blast on that ass if in my way, nigga Do- do a 187 with this bloody Jason mask on [Outro] Okay, that's it, now I'm angry I respect my music, I wouldn't give it for a fee That shit that you rap about, that shit's about me You niggas not real, and you all know that I been knew, I been noticed all of that, no cap