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letra de trappers & scammers - ji beats

(hook)
i’m with the trappers & scammers, b-tch, we known for taking risks
fake ids and credit cards when you walk up in this b-tch
cookin up too much dope, i threw some ice up on my wrist
this b-tch acting like a fan, so i threw some ice up on your b-tch

i’m with the trappers & scammers, b-tch, we known for taking risks
fake ids and credit cards when you walk up in this b-tch
cookin up too much dope, i threw some ice up on my wrist
this b-tch acting like a fan, so i threw some ice up on your b-tch

(verse 1)
i threw some ice up on my wrist
god d-mn my wrist shining
can’t read the time up in this b-tch
where the hoes at? i’m looking for a dimе up in this b-tch
h-ll nah, ion want you baby, let’s make a chimе up in this b-tch
can you pull these scams for me? can you call like you’re the bank?
if you put your time in me, you gon’ get for what you came
i got drip on my body, i don’t shop at tommy hilfiger
i just copped me some drank, i don’t do the beer or liquor
a n-gga ain’t gon’ stop scamming till i hit a mill figure

used to call me lil homie, but now i got a little bigger
i just made it snow with my jewelry, now i got a shiver
n-gga, that ain’t solid gold, b-tch, that’s gold-plated silver
i ain’t f-cking with these lame ass n-ggas using prop money
i’m finna get it out a b-tch, n-gga, this that thot money
i got new money, old money, this some rot money
threw some racks on that n-gga head, i got opp money
(hook)
i’m with the trappers & scammers, b-tch, we known for taking risks
fake ids and credit cards when you walk up in this b-tch
cookin up too much dope, i threw some ice up on my wrist
this b-tch acting like a fan, so i threw some ice up on your b-tch

(verse 2)
huh, god d-mn, b-tch, my wrist got it snowing
we just drunk a whole pint, crack da seal, i’m still pouring
stayed up the whole night, fell asleep in the morning
6 pm in the evening, but a n-gga still snoring
i sense the pigs round the corner, 12 still ain’t spin the block yet
we done drunk a whole 4 & it ain’t even 9 o’clock yet
a b-tch ain’t sh-t to me, i’ll treat a b-tch like an object
i left that b-tch for the streets, you wonder why she still ain’t blocked yet?
huh, we got gold links and bustdowns
hit a n-gga with the baby shark, n-gga that’s em’ gun rounds
huh, you’ll get smoked like a rasta
i had to throw away these shoes, i got gun smoke on my pradas
i ain’t talking gta when i say we got them rp’s
100 dollars for this plate, i ain’t going back to eating arby’s
i can sell anything, i can sell a b-tch a heartbeat
draw guns on a f-ck n-gga, b-tch, that’s an art piece
(hook)
i’m with the trappers & scammers, b-tch, we known for taking risks
fake ids and credit cards when you walk up in this b-tch
cookin up too much dope, i threw some ice up on my wrist
this b-tch acting like a fan, so i threw some ice up on your b-tch

- ji beats

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