Trappbaby Trh Bitch (feat. DJ Horse)

We spent all the money then back To the trap house He flex all these guns but he can Shot Your brother got shot now he Can't walk You pussynigga bitch You can't slide I'm chasing the bag I don't f*ck With these niggas Trapp baby lil nigga you're pussy Vic was a bitch gon rest in piss Niggas are flexing with amazon Cash Your fake ass chains from Walmart You ain't got the bag I got a lotta enemies I don't even Care Y'all wish my death but i'm still Here Fgm nike I'm making my numbers on Spotify You nasty Go pay child support Lil nigga First of all i'mma catch the opp Second of all we gon smoke the Opp After that i'll live my life I don't give a f*ck about your bad Side I don't even care how you gon lie Nigga you ain't gangsta you soft Like butter Five pussyniggas shooting I'm Shot back Making money on stage I don't sell drugs But you sell Drugs I don't hang with niggas acting 69 They fake they bitch they snitch Money for your bitch on strip Club I don't f*ck with these niggas i'm Real plug I don't play about guns i'm real Thug Show respect lil nigga you bitch Trapp baby you suck dick Money on the gucci bag we gon Pack it all bitch