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Bandhunta Izzy
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In Love Wit da Trap
Just made a couple bands on the stove
Ooh goddamn, I'm a trap star
Flippin' them things real quick, woo
Got 'em all fast like a Nascar
Whippin' that dope with my right hand
Left hand strapped up, nigga I don't play like that
Some the fuck nigga some stepped-on work
Bro what he say 'bout that?
Brrt brrt brrt, phone keep banging all day and all night
Ooh goddamn, what you hit 'em with the fit and all?
Nigga got the fiends out, high as a kite
Watch how I'm flippin' this shit so fast
Puttin' that rock in the shake with the bag
Shit so good make a dopehead mad
And I finessed, damn my bad
Made a couple bands on that pot, boy
Tryna take me off this shot, boy
Like Lil Wayne I'm a hot boy
Say that you is but you not, boy
Sold a fuck nigga some fucked up work
I'm blocking his number as soon as I skrrt
Nigga want grams so I sold him some dirt
Sold him some Tylenol, told him it's percs
Just made some bands in the kitchen
Make a nigga want to stay in the trap
On the pot with the goddamn chicken
Lil nigga what you know 'bout that?
Had to learn how to work my wrist
Had to learn how to scrape that pot
Had to learn how to get the straight drop
Hit it with the fork 'til it turn rerock
Damn near fell in love with the trap
Stayed out all night for a good ass reason
Brrt brrt brrt brrt, nigga my phone keep ringing
Damn near fell in love with the trap
Stayed out all night for a good ass reason
Brrt brrt brrt brrt, nigga my phone keep ringing
Remember I was out al night tryna sell them lil ass eight balls
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That shit crazy
Lil ass bags, tryna get four hundred off that,
Man the fiends really used to hate me
Then I started stepping my game up
Started killing them fiends with the big bags
On the pot tryna make that flip so goddamn hard
Fuck around, make my wrist mad
Open up shop, now I'm banging
Got clientele on the flip phone
I don't care who was working that block
Competition, nigga you get shit on
Trappin' so hard, it was dangerous
None of these niggas can hang with us if you ain't ready
Jumped off the porch on my own
Sellin' them drugs on my own, mama ain't let me
I'm on the block like yeah I got dimes of the hard
And my lil mans got that soft
Nigga come 'round tryna hit some sales
We don't know him then nigga we takin' him off
Yeah this the life of a dope boy
Young nigga on the block, so what?
You ain't never come out, you a ho boy
Fuck 12, we don't give no fucks, nigga
Just made some bands in the kitchen
Make a nigga want to stay in the trap
On the pot with the goddamn chicken
Lil nigga what you know 'bout that?
Had to learn how to work my wrist
Had to learn how to scrape that pot
Had to learn how to get the straight drop
Hit it with the fork 'til it turn rerock
Damn near fell in love with the trap
Stayed out all night for a good ass reason
Brrt brrt brrt brrt, nigga my phone keep ringing
Damn near fell in love with the trap
Stayed out all night for a good ass reason
Brrt brrt brrt brrt, nigga my phone keep ringing
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