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letra de tapped in - trey, the stunna

[intro]
matt ocejo
twin send me the beat
i’m about to lock the f-ck in

maxwell klean
ayo
this motherf-cker ain’t playing
he ain’t f-cking playing with y’all
we ain’t playing no f-cking game
it’s the f-cking stunna

trey, the stunna [chorus]
all my n-ggas stay eating put my team on the map
how she f-cking on the stunna, but she can’t get a snap
block a b-tch and her friends all they do is f-cking yap
i can’t stand these fake ass hoes, they’ll put you in a trap

trey, the stunna [verse]
how you standing on bidness, but you ain’t got the racks
“kai cenat”, with my money, but you n-ggas “fanum tax”
i ain’t never sold my soul, i’m a earn my f-cking plaques
now that n-gga acting bold, cause he popping of a track
i’m like line his up, he catching fades like a b-tch
i’m like get your money up, if your coming like meech
bmf, i’m a star, call up fifty, get me rich
twin b-tches hit my line but i don’t know whose which
told my n-ggas bet on me, got the parlays going up
if she f-cking with the stunna, i’m a get her tummy tucked
i’m a goose in this b-tch, you n-ggas better f-cking duck
mean mugging in this b-tch, smiley n-ggas broke as f-ck
i’m like dame on the bucks, cause we shooting all greens
now that n-gga acting stupid, cause he tripping of the lean
but, i’m drinking while i’m zooted, got me feeling like a dream
don’t hit my f-cking line, if you ain’t cooking “max klean”
trey, the stunna [chorus]
all my n-ggas stay eating put my team on the map
how she f-cking on the stunna, but she can’t get a snap
block a b-tch and her friends all they do is f-cking yap
i can’t stand these fake ass hoes, they’ll put you in a trap
(trey, the stunna)

trey, the stunna [chorus 2]
n-ggas sending shots, on my momma that sh-t pressing me
folding under pressure, get the stepping that sh-t pleasuring
back on my sh-t, never fold now he stuttering
sending every hitter, he think jordan now he suffering
folding under pressure, now i get my f-cking steps in
stepping on the opps, now he living in a coffin
spinning different blocks, merry christmas with the flashlights
trapping from his block, put a price, get them tags high

trey, the stunna [verse 3]
merry christmas to them fake ass hoes on the poles
with no money while i’m busy getting to the bag
merry christmas to them n-ggas steady dissing on my name
leave a body bag with a brand new toe tagged

nmb dan [verse 4]
maxwell klean (nmb)
feel like mj in his prime, i’m a find a beat and beat it
she gon’ suck it real fast, then slow it down like conceited
boy i’m good at talking sh-t, you don’t want to see me heated
you put your faith in forex, now yo pockets look defeated
you know nmb hop up on these mics and pop his sh-t
you know not to get too close, cause nmb will pop yo sh-t
you know that since i was a kid, i been standing on my biz
nmb will take yo b-tch, now you bayless like you skip
trey, the stunna [chorus 2]
n-ggas sending shots, on my momma that sh-t pressing me
folding under pressure, get the stepping that sh-t pleasuring
back on my sh-t, never fold now he stuttering
sending every hitter, he think jordan now he suffering
folding under pressure, now i get my f-cking steps in
stepping on the opps, now he living in a coffin
spinning different blocks, merry christmas with the flashlights
trapping from his block, put a price, get them tags high

joseph kenney [outro]
i ain’t worried about a b-tch, so i stayed to myself
yah, yah

- trey the stunna

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