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letra de trapstyle - biz2busy

[intro]
cxld made this one
shout out my boy diito
aye fts, from the ends
free the rest man, f-ck the feds as well man
n-ggas know
soon home, gang sh-t, free the guys
yo

[verse]
my mum said, “son, go get you a job”
but can you imagine me retail working?
i hit up the t, two trap phones twerking
you know i gotta close them curtains
in the streets, i’m steady, i’m serving
ds love shanks and he wanna insert it
purgin’, masked up, already is lurking
me, i love bands, mash that, can’t hurt it
bad habit, i love bad ones, bad habit
shawty got a back, oh my god d-mn it
feds in the rear, told bro, “don’t panic”
don’t panic, ’cause if they want smoke they can have it
cah last time thеy spun it, i ripped through traffic
the fed man’s p-ssеd, car left them quick
i just disappeared like hmm, magic
look, i don’t need new friends
i need more money cah it makes more sense
from qway back, been settin’ them trends
you know i’m the yic in my ends
it’s like 2am in the bando, it’s been a long day doing up blends
yo, let me just kick back quick, bark this spliff while i’m baggin’ up zeds
and their toys don’t talk like ted
it’s 12.9 and it’s f-cking washed
like bro mixed the coco with bosh
got a mind of my own cah i love this prof’
the phones can’t stop. i run from cops, it gets on tops, i cannot lie
but i can’t snitch and that’s on my life
they’re switching sides for n-ggas that do that
for that sh-t, get sent to the gulag
i get me a re, bag that, then move that
it ain’t no biggie, i brought down two packs
in a new flat, hope the feds don’t boot that
they want new yacs and they’re broke, it’s stupid
them n-ggas is clueless, diluted humans
they talk on gang, we’re clearing rumours
living in their head rent free like tumors
look, the guys want to trap it in crocs
woosh, i just spend five on boogs
burberry one just to step in the shops
i got a bad browning and she’s good
food that, yuck, put me in a good, mood
this bad one thinks i’m mute cah i don’t talk much and i’m gassed like jews
yo, the gang’s ruthless, that’s truth
yeah, we jugg and we bang for true
i’m married to the money, i said, “i do”
i’m doing this [?] like i got the flu
trap boy biz came up from a q
i blend it proper, they ain’t got a clue
[?] cloth for the boys in blue
there’s feds in the rear, bro chase this yute
i’m a real life shotta, not your average dude
[outro]
woosh, let’s get it
shout out my boy diito
cxld made this one

- biz2busy

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