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letra de trap gear freestyle - fbg young

[intro]
ayy, roll that nuski up
trap (trap, trap), trap
all i wanted was some trap gear
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[verse]
ridin’ ’round town, smokin’ loud on that f-ck sh-t (gang)
pourin’ twin cup sh-t, serve your ass in public (for real)
i don’t f-ck with n-ggas ’cause their ass suspect (fufu)
bugaboo b-tches buggin’ me ’cause i’m buzzin’ (get back)
real trap n-gga, swear i’m always sellin’ somethin’ (what you want?)
i don’t know who smoked him, i just know they slumped him (what you talkin’ ’bout?)
pigs askin’ questions, i don’t know nothin’ (nothin’)
i caught amnesia, i don’t know nothin’
trappin’ ain’t dead, touched more bands than a cashier (huh?)
tatted 6347 ’cause i trapped there (for real)
asked me what i wanna be, the same n-gga from last year (godumb)
caught a lil’ case and went to court in my trap gear (i’m herе)
only f-ck around with some n-ggas that’ll blow some’ (bah)
neighborhood intrudеrs, yeah, my shooters, they gon’ smoke some’ (glah, bah-bah)
ridin’ ’round like o-dog, ain’t goin’ out like o, nah (odee)
heard he get jammed up and barkin’ on his own dogs (what?)
i just want some head in my trap gear (trap, trap)
shoot a n-gga dead in my trap gear (trap, trap)
countin’ dead prez in my trap gear (trap money)
thirty in the clip, one in the head in my trap gear (thirty, thirty, thirty)
i don’t need no cutty buddy, i just want some cutty (for real)
shawty gave me head, now she talmbout she love me (b-tch)
all my hoes’ panties showin’ ’cause them b-tches sl-tty (they sl-tty)
smokin’ out the pound got me think i’m seein’ somethin’ (who’s there?)
trap look like winter and it’s only summer (huh?)
shout out to my blender, keep that money comin’ (huh?)
woke up with two b-tches right next to my bumper (bah)
nah, that ain’t no keta, give that to your uncle (goofy)
ridin’ ’round town in a foreign and i’m dumpin’ (what you need?)
i got keta for the low, hit me if you want it (it’s smokin’)
nuski and patoon, pockets full of j money (f-ck ’em)
you say you munna gang? you ain’t gettin’ money (f-ck ’em)
boy, i’m big gang, i’m big clout, mr. sell these bricks out (get out)
you ain’t tryna purchase, then you got to get out (low)
tryna whip a wish right, got to keep them doors locked (whip)
flaky-ass n-ggas tryna make my bankroll stop (snitchin’)
i know these n-ggas tellin’, kickin’ with some felons (for real)
got a new b-tch and she g-yer than ellen (she bad)
i f-cked her when i met her, she clutchin’ my beretta (grrlah)
i know n-ggas at my head, but i can’t sweat it (f-ck ’em)
in the trap house, couple chops, no matchin’ (we got ’em)
and it’s h-lla traffic, bales, we be trappin’ (we got ’em)
n-ggas want war, i got wooski for the static (lil’ wooski)
yeah, i got shot, we blowin’ back like a [?] (get at ’em)
and they pocket watchin’ like, “young, where you get that cash from?” (don’t worry)
had to make it add up, what i got my mask for? (stick ’em up)
i was dead broke, i load my nine up and blast off (add it up)
leave a n-gga bl–dy red like his ass slime, uh (blood)
my worker bring me six, i don’t play ’bout my pesos (no no)
got a bunch of naked bad b-tches on my payroll (they naked)
my name should be diablo, cara de pendejo (huh?)
i’m not with the talkin’, cheese sh-t, get the yayo (huh?)

- fbg young

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