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Call the trap Long John Silvers, I been cooking fish scale Niggas tryna infiltrate the gang, just to get a little intel My young nigga, chain gang, still making plays while he in the cell I could call a play, right now, no huddle like the NFL She think I'm somewhere depressed I just got another check Miss me with that broke shit Bought my mom two Louis Vuitton's Cut you off, I'm moving on Ain't back and forth with nan bitch Talking bout, get your hair fixed Can't even do that on your own I can't stop from going in, like Rich Homie Quan If you feel some type of way, you the only one It don't matter bout the time of day, imma have it on You can watch my life like TV, with no reruns They say I need a strait jack, cause I'm going crazy Pull up in a Maybach, big body Mercedes If you say you love me, don't act like you ain't say that Don't want you to judge me, I'm faded like a wave cap We can take a tour and go exploring on the map Know I'm very important, I get chartered with the strap Fish tail, whipping out the lot I got fish scales, whipping in my pot Call the trap Long John Silvers, I been cooking fish scale Niggas tryna infiltrate the gang, just to get a little intel My young nigga, chain gang, still making plays while he in the cell I could call a play, right now, no huddle like the NFL She think I'm somewhere depressed I just got another check Miss me with that broke shit Bought my mom two Louis Vuitton's Cut you off, I'm moving on Ain't back and forth with nan bitch Talking bout, get your hair fixed Can't even do that on your own Ahh meet you at the Marriott Told lil mama we gone order carry-out Shawty say she model on the runway, but she say I'm very fly Smoking on the real runte, this strain gave me red eyes Shawty say she bored, so I made her board a red-eye She know imma fly her out, I find out that head fire Wasn't no layover, shawty came in straight shot When she came over, I had gave her straight shots Backshots, and I gave her face shots Shawty thought she staying, ain't no way your uber outside Ain't no way I'm playing, I been staying on my suit & tie Right hand got a itch, for that cash, just like poison ivy Came up out the trench trapping bags, turned it to a hobby Call the trap Long John Silvers, I been cooking fish scale Niggas tryna infiltrate the gang, just to get a little intel My young nigga, chain gang, still making plays while he in the cell I could call a play, right now, no huddle like the NFL She think I'm somewhere depressed I just got another check Miss me with that broke shit Bought my mom two Louis Vuitton's Cut you off, I'm moving on Ain't back and forth with nan bitch Talking bout, get your hair fixed Can't even do that on your own
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