Testo Trapperz - Mowgs
Testo della canzone Trapperz (Mowgs), tratta dall'album Trapperz
Erdz boy shit
Gang
Shout-out all of the mandem
Yeah
Listen, yo
Listen
(Fanatics)
Ay, yo yo
I don't care if rap works (Why's that?)
Whys that? 'cause I knew how to trap first (Yeah)
I pick a pack up then I break a pack down (Pack down)
I always change my number when it makes a mad sound
Man I grew up in the area, gives me goosebumps (Woo)
Different type of breed, I ain't like these new punks (I'm not)
But you was out with a bitch on some loser shit
I was on the strip with them nits tryna move a brick (Yeah)
We ain't from east but we mash towns (Mash towns)
How you calling him a shooter, he ain't clap rounds (Clap rounds)
I ain't a preacher, I ain't tryna give a [?] (I'm not)
I'm telling you my strips hot like what's that
Nigga hold brizzy for this lizzy now I [?]
Strizzy in the whizzy, 'cause I don't know who's out for me (I don't)
The feds got my niggas faces in the 'matic
All they spent every summer in the trap, fuck a carnival (Yeah)
Niggas hate the truth 'cause the truth hurts (Let's go)
Stop bragging 'bout the past and do some new dirt
Niggas they ain't flyin' straight [?] an angle (An angle)
I never showed a bitch my yard or the bando
See Hitsquad in the ride and it's a problem (Problem)
My niggas go jail, land road and I've got them
She ask me if I trap, everyday I tell her often
Write better work or I'm going back to Scotland
Yeah, man I'm flying up to Scotty
Back to the traphouse answering 'em hotties (Brr brr)
Food so peng want to fore in that buggy
And when you wit' that white girl, you better do it properly
Told my niggas do more and just talk less (Talk less)
Cah these niggas talk 'nough and make no sense (They don't)
Free my nigga [?] didn't get bell
All I know we made a killing when we went Wells (Yeah)
My lil niggas shit on a graveshift
Now he's ringing down my phone for a [?] (Nah)
I told him this a traphouse, not a placement
And you gotta put a shift before a payment (Payment)
Hood bitches love me 'cause I'm gangster but I'm classy (They do)
Niggas talking friends, he ain't never been my dargie
I was in the trap, with them old-school huaraches (Yeah)
Niggas talking war, they ain't even got an army (Nah)
Credits
Writer(s): Curtis James, Adrian Sebastian Junior Francis, Mark Christopher Waxkirsh, Mu'adh Badley
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