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letra de play - trapboy freddy

[intro]
hitman beats

[chorus]
feel like i just ran a play (a play)
but i just walked straight out the bank (the bank)
hundreds on hundreds, no plates (no plates)
used to have car that didn’t crank
now i can swipe for a bag (a bag)
drop a deposit for pints (what you need?)
post on the hill like i’m hank (right now)
don’t f-ck with these n-ggas, they janky
feel like i just ran a play (a play)
but i just walked straight out the bank (the bank)
hundreds on hundreds, no plates (no plates)
used to have car that didn’t crank
now i can swipe for a bag (a bag)
drop a deposit for pints (what you need?)
post on the hill like i’m hank (right now)
don’t f-ck with these n-ggas, they janky

[verse 1]
feel like i just ran a play (a play)
sippin’ hi-tech out the pint (the pint)
safe in my closet a bank (a bank)
the watch on my wrist out the sink (wet up)
burberry my shirts and my pants and my kicks
b-tch, i walked straight out the place (the place)
versace my boxers, i kick it like soccer
la, what a wonderful day (day)
hundreds on hundreds, no pranks (pranks)
drop a deposit for pints (for pints)
them youngins, they never be thinkin’ (uh-uh)
i’ll get you hit for some pints (boom boom)
young n-gga saucy like ketchup (ketchup)
you too old to be broke, better catch up (catch up)
got my foot on they neck, i won’t let up (uh-uh)
drop a bag on your head, get you wet up (boom)
i can’t trust these lil’ b-tches, they set up
i f-ck on that b-tch and i jet off
my partner got joint, gotta set up
in the set, on the cell, he won’t set down
i used to push pounds in the jetta
yeah, i know it’s been a minute since i hit up
had her and her friends in the rental
on the road with the blue in the fender

[verse 2]
can’t smoke on no stanky, these n-ggas should thank me
i’m all out of patience, i dime on my pinky
i’m smoother than smoke, it’s a dub in the sofa
gucci my loafers when i’m out on that ocean
make a bet like it’s poker
strap on my hip, ain’t no holster
drive with that pack and i’m posted
get it, no over
it’s gon’ weigh up like it’s ‘posed to
n-ggas want me to lose focus
back it on out, push that pack in a focus
get hit with that nine if you come with that ho sh-t
i’m back on my bullsh-t in case you ain’t noticed
i do this for all them times they ain’t notice me
pop me a pill, b-tch, i’m back and i’m rollin’
get me a hosue somewhere, trap it and roll it
n-ggas be roguish, i’m cool on the roaches
my t–th is all frozen, my rollie a trophy
these n-ggas be b-tches, they actin’ emotional
i wrap a little ounce and the house done got colder
stackin’ this paper, you know i got older
these racks in this bag and i can’t even close it
your chain is too little, i gotta get closer
you want it, come get it, no, i cannot hold it
sippin’ this lean and i’m smoking on doughly
all of these hundreds, i can’t even fold it

- trapboy freddy

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