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letra de trap no mo - lotto savage

[intro]
tell you, i’ma f-ck these hoes up
no cap gang, you know?
slatt (plug)
yeah, yeah

[chorus]
baby know she f-ckin’ with a winner (winner)
chopper turn a n-gg- to a splinter (chopper)
know a chopper sittin’ in the sprinter (brrt)
puttin’ b-tches in a fender bender (fender bender)
these n-gg-s ain’t real, they pretenders (what you sayin’?)
told ’em speak loud ’cause i ain’t hear ’em (i ain’t hear ’em)
run the cloppers in the phantom (brrt)
i don’t want to trap no more
got c-ke on my shoes, got c-ke on my socks
i don’t want to trap no more (that coca)
got a thirty with a d-ck, draco for opps
i don’t want to trap no more (big gun)
got c-ke on my clothes, got c-ke on the floor
i don’t want to trap no more (can’t do it)
call the plug, tell him send me some more

[verse 1]
(lotto)
call the plug, tell him send it through (c’mon)
avatar hundreds and they blue (count it up)
packin’ in the trap for round two (talk to ’em)
move the pack, that’s all i do
but i’m really tired of sittin’ in the trap (what you sayin’?)
three cellphones sittin’ right in my lap
lookin’ out for the narc, this the life of the trap, yeah (watch your back)
early morning trappin’ out of the trenches
peepin’ out the window, lookin’ for snitches
this is the gang, once you in it, you in it
trap or rap, i had to make a decision
bases loaded showed the way to get digits (racks)
punchin’ the clock or i’m stuck in the hood
remixing them diamond bricks, make it look good
i switched up my life, now my trunk in the hood, them facts

[verse 2]
(savage)
call the plug, tell him send them bricks (send it)
chop him down, hit him with a split (chop it)
i ain’t still into serving nicks (naw)
and i ain’t goin’ out like mitch (nope)
four-five tucked, yeah i’m strapped
five racks on your head, your tater gettin’ clapped
scrollin’ through my call-log, i see chickens on the app, yeah
these n-gg-s say they with you but against you (they fake)
paper tag, i ain’t ridin’ rentals
nosey old lady keep peekin’ out the window (nosey old lady)
and i’ma get it poppin’ like some kettle
12 hit the spot, you know i’m jumpin’ out the window
plug sent the pack, i had to stash it in the fender
i don’t wanna trap no more, i’m k!llin’ instrumentals, yeah, yeah

- lotto savage

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