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letra de project x10 - trapx10

[intro]
gotcha

[verse 1]
i made fifteen stacks off lean in six months
so for joe, what you reckon? (what you reckon?)
and them man say trap’s worth two in a q
i spent fifty of them on my pendant (racks)
fifty racks on exclusive jordans
and i don’t wear none of them, just to mention (nah)
another fifty bands on a watch from doin’ up lines
like a school detention (trap, trap)
in school didn’t pay much attention
told them, ’’watch when i leave this place”
pattern down man in the hallways, you ain’t got p’s
i’ma give that blazer a shake
on the roads, it’s the same five packin’ your clothes
i ain’t runnin’ that back like ace (stain that)
act up, get nanked, i don’t play none of that
hit the trap, put food on wеights (yes)
dodged me at еighteen when i bust case
pretty cool, but i can’t lie, my heart did race
thought it was dope that a man just taste
but you take what you use so the [?] don’t play (no cap)
kidnap, plus five extra charges
you ever seen a witness statement book it
took a trial and bussed that naturally
had the whole hood thinkin’ man jujed it (gassed)
[chorus]
get me a pack, run through it (sell it)
get a new mash, dumpin’ it (bap)
she wanna bang, lovin’ it (slop it)
but i wanna trap, i’m runnin’ it
up
back then i was bruck, all i knew was takin’ hope and luck
now i got the traps set tough in a day, do a box so fast (no sweat)

[verse 2]
my bro got nineteen for a m
i just/spent nineteen bills on a skeng
my n-gga got a g19, .9mm, filled with men (bap, bap)
i got ponts on attack and defend
i went ’round there when they slipped on the ends
done it on a s3, done it in a benz
at seventeen on a fiftys ‘ped
wish i was kickin’ ball for real
i didn’t make it, i’m still in the field
roads step over i do it with sk!ll
certain mans points on nil (zero)
straight facts-straight facts on the rap, it’s trill
certain man rap straight cap, just chill
fans want tunes, think a man wants deals
i need more plugs and grubs, be real
i need my gloves when i put on this steel
i ain’t tryna end up like broski (free —-)
all of my fits are o, no stylist, this strip, i take home g (yes)
she said that i’m s-xy, but her masked up, she a groupie
you don’t even know me (how?)
still hittin’ fast shots and i don’t even try
tell a crypto, sell it through posty (gassed it)
[chorus]
get me a pack, run through it (sell it)
get a new mash, dumpin’ it (bap)
she wanna bang, lovin’ it (slop it)
but i wanna trap, i’m runnin’ it
up
back then i was bruck, all i knew was takin’ hope and luck
now i got the traps set tough in a day, do a box so fast (no sweat)
get me a pack, run through it (sell it)
get a new mash, dumpin’ it (bap)
she wanna bang, lovin’ it (slop it)
but i wanna trap, i’m runnin’ it
up
back then i was bruck, all i knew was takin’ hope and luck
now i got the traps set tough in a day, do a box so fast (no sweat)

- trapx10

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