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letra de boondocks freestyle - trap swagg

[intro: trap swagg & torxh ru]
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yes sir
block gang

[verse 1: trap swagg]
fifties on them glizzies, big drizzies, f-ck a thirty-eight (brrt, bah, bah, bah)
fifty in my bag, drop a rake, i boost the murder rate (racks)
same block since ’08 (no cap), still ain’t had a break
strictly ’bout my business, i ain’t friendly, i’ll serve you shake (stupid)
still buyin’ quas (buyin’ quas), that’s why you can’t come here (ha)
not a qp, that’s a quarter, boy, you sound like a f-ckin’ runner (p-ssy)
i get ten every order, spend a twenty, i’ll front you more (trap)
still spin a benz, i send twenty through your f-ckin’ door
[verse 2: torxh ru]
it’s gettin’ hot, they can’t f-ck torxh
nah, he ain’t got no head, he ain’t got no legs
choppa hit him and your f-ckin’ dog (brrt, bah, bah)
shе givin’ brain, she a f-ckin’ dork (thottie)
b-tch, we lookin’ for thе opps (ayy)
wet it up, catch a body (uh-huh), it’s time to up the score
get up your knees, send him to the lord (bit’)
sweat, drip a n-gga floor (skrrt, skrrt)
b-tch, you know i got a f-ckin’ award
b-tch, you know i’m tryna send him up (on gang)
where your brother grave at? (where he at?)
when i found it, that’s on gang, i’ma dig him up (gone)

[verse 3: trap swagg]
glock pop, opp drop (ha, hahaha)
pick him up, i ain’t goin’ like no stain
that’s on gang, i wan’ send him up (p-ssy)
still ain’t got no chain, but got more change than these cap n-ggas (yeah)
trapper, not a rapper, but no cap, i like to wrap n-ggas
still in the trap like green bee, i got that pack with me (got that pack)
drop a bag and send a blitz like javon, i got that sack, n-gga (brrt, bah)
spin back-to-back like me and torxh on a track, n-gga (where he at?)

[verse 4: torxh ru & trap swagg]
i ain’t gon’ even cap, n-gga, i don’t like these rap n-ggas (p-ssy)
i just got the drop on the opps from google maps, n-gga
i was in the field, doin’ dirt, you a house n-gga
i just want the bread and the cheese, but ain’t no mouse, n-gga
did your baby say you still trappin’ out the ounce?
b-tch, i’m trappin’ out an ounce, i left a pound in the couch
i had to do this sh-t to get out, y’all just do this sh-t for clout
had to jump to fix the come-up way ‘fore y’all was comin’ up (yoo, stupid)
i was runnin’ off ’til i got tired of runnin’ off (meet me, what?)
flew to cali, found the plug, nah, i ain’t never seen a drought (on god)
i was runnin’ in, please don’t tell my momma, i’ma come again
slide the doors back on a van (brrt), he a runnin’ man
sticks and drums, b-tch, it bop, this feel like a hundred bands (boom, boom, boom)
[outro: torxh ru & trap swagg]
b-tch, haha, y’all know how the f-ck we comin’, block gang
stupid, glock pop, opp drop, do my money dance, haha (p-ssy)
n-gga, i like that flute type sh-t (haha)

- trap swagg

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