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Ayy yeah For sure (Prezzley P'll get you popped, nigga Get your ass popped, Boy) Get you popped (Prezzley P'll get you popped, nigga) ayy Niggas know I'ma trap out the vacant And you know once you trapped, no escaping Up the strap 'cause I ain't Shit to play with Nigga said I remind him of Radric Ayy, I was whippin' the Porsche on the highway Gotta know I was flippin' the gauges Ayy, and I'm finally goin' on tour When they let all my dogs out the cages Ayy, nigga, you ain't gettin' no paper, uh We can't conversate it Send a sniper to confiscate you You think she'll let me f*ck, no date? You think she'll come and suck all day? She don't even know my name like Tray Big CEO Trayle, bitch I was countin' money, eatin' kales, bitch I was eatin' salmon and mac Ayy, they say I need a crown for the trap It was lost, but I'm bringin' it back He an opp, then we swingin' the TEC, ayy Walk -own shooter So you know Trayle ain't ever Gon' sneak from the back Ayy, I'm a nighttime mover Full time shooter, I like my car color black Nigga like me, I'ma fire up the weed Broke nigga, he'll spark up a Black I'm the type nigga gon' pay all the fee Broke nigga gon' argue the check I'm the type nigga don't argue with bitches Broke nigga gon' argue with that I'm the type nigga pop Percs all day Still eatin', but, nigga I'm just not gettin' fat Earlier, I popped a ten, when it wore off I popped a thirty These niggas act like they only Wanna see me win, But I told 'em cut it Ayy, dropped off a package, bitch Same time picked Ben up, Then I skrrted Ayy, and I do mathematics, but back When I was in school, bitch I used to cut it Look at my wrist, we flooded Look at my bitch, wanna f*ck her, don't you? Niggas only want my bitch 'cause she my Bitch, you know that's fucked up Don't you? Nigga, I be foreign car drag car racin' Ayy, Uno for the drip, call Jason I ain't even f*ck that bitch She was in my ho Instagram DMs hatin' Ayy, somethin' like a mental patient Nigga, talk shit, AK it, ayy Or we ain't talkin' bricks, stop playin' Ayy or we could boss shit, stop playin' You know how much I done made off white sand? Rob me, that's the wrong nigga, right plan Comeback kid, get 'em quick like sand And I move a big white bitch worth Xan' Nigga get money, but he got no plan Room full of real niggas And I bet you can't spot your mans I been poppin' Percs since 2013, as of now Can't pop no Xans These niggas flex, doin' all this and that Best believe them is not your bands Still ain't did nothin' Nigga popped your mans I was trappin' out the taco stand Ayy, get popped, bein' Macho Man Ayy, big Glock if you not no fan Big CEO put a bitch in a trance Ayy, nigga, send cash first 'Cause I'm tryna get paid in advance, ayy He feelin' bad 'cause I got me a stick and That boy got a knife in his hand
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