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letra de trap or what - mark too sharp

[intro: mark too sharp]
a closed mouth don’t get fed n-gga
you gon’ trap or what?
i know you ain’t scared
all nng

[verse 1: mark too sharp]
fresh out the b-tch of the trap n-gga
wrap them packs like a mummy
red bottoms with the blue hundreds
i started off with an onion
look at me now, b-tch i’m ballin’
f-ck on your b-tch ’cause i was spalding
i got that work and it’s up for auction
suction bag with the vacuum seal
i took your cell ’cause you was stallin’
i keep a stick like i’m golfing
you don’t want no smoke turn your -ss into ashes
f-ck on your b-tch ’cause you baffled
f-ck on your b-tch ’cause you lacking
runnin’ up the m’s, left your -ss in the past
you still runnin’ in them old -ss [?]
got them walkin’ in givenchy, two-three, this a semi
fly spur, that’s a bentley, ride-four, f-ck a hemi
louis v with the fendi, got ’em hatin’ in they feelings
bunions on my feet from running, runnin’ up them bands
paper cuts from countin’ money, i need a healing
iced out my hands, i know the world is [?] land

[chorus: mark too sharp]
you gon’ trap or what? don’t be scared, don’t be scared
triple up your bag and go’n get that bread, get that bread
you gon’ trap or what? don’t be scared, don’t be scared
triple up your bag and go’n get that bread, get that bread
you gon’ trap or what? don’t be scared, don’t be scared
triple up your bag and go’n get that bread, get that bread
you gon’ trap or what? don’t be scared, don’t be scared
triple up your bag and go’n get that bread, get that bread

[verse 2: big bo]
pockets stuffed with some dead people, graveyard in my jeans
daddy hustled like a motherf-cker, get money in my genes
pushin’ packs like baskets, got yellows on me like the taxes
earrings on me, got a brain freeze, like i’m posin’ for a selfie
phone jumping like it’s hopscotch, fit the p’s in a brown box
giuseppe walkin’, spent a g on ’em, money hungry, bleu cheese only
bands runnin’ like a track meet, forty bangin’ like pepper spray
i just f-ck ’em, i don’t love ’em, you just shoot ’em ’cause i bunk ’em
remember times through the struggle, now the drugs we just smuggle
she drive the pack to the front door, that’s what you call a real one
foreign b-tch with an -ss on her, two hundred p’s and a bag on her
bite the hand that keep your stomach full
you gon’ starve to death, that’s that bad karma

[verse 3: moneybagg yo]
comin’ straight from the bottom with it
i got some kids so i gotta get it
finessing the plug, i’m really with it
ran off with some drugs, i really did it
i can’t make this sh-t up ’cause i really did it
i was so broke, now i’m really winning
can walk in the mall and cash out
remember them days i was -ssed out
now these hoes see me and p-ss out
get on these beats and i spaz out
money fallin’ out the bag now
i pour me a four then i cash out
don’t fall asleep, i just dozed off
12 got behind me and i drove off
when i think about [?] i zone out
smoke a whole pound ’til i’m all out
i’m trpapin’ hard, f-ck that other sh-t
i’m tryna make sure my n-ggas rich
’cause we was all broke at one time (bread gang)
that’s why i go hard when it’s crunch time
i got a plug in ohio, it say street n-gga in my bio
i’m trappin’ for real, trappin’ the steel, i did this sh-t ‘fore the deal
hey, moneybagg yo

[outro: mark too sharp]
you gon’ trap or what? don’t be scared

- mark too sharp

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