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Trap Back (feat. Flowso)
by Simms
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Yeah
We bringing trap back
Stuffed three p's inside my backpack
Prayin' til somebody hear me screamin
I don't know it's angels or it's demons
Dreamin' bout the money I be feinding
Trigger finger itchin' for a reason
I don't know nobody harder than me
Killed the competition, started with me
Tote my heat so much and I be in the streets
The labels won't even barter with me
Love it when I talk about the trap
Late nights that Cali, comin' back
Za p's stinkin' up the
Spin back seal it with the vac
Shit been feelin' spooky on the road
Every hour, bows been getting sold
Back and forth, feel like I sold my soul
Hangin' and I'm closer to my goals
Sweatin' while I'm pickin' up the load
Both feel the pack if its stale or if it's old
Know it's only purple cause it's cold
Plug was movin' wocky he got Zo'd
Knockin' on his door, a nigga owe
I don't front nobody, I don't know
That way ain't no way you runnin' off
Shakin' down your granny for the doe
We bringing trap back
Back to basics would of stuffed three p's inside this backpack
GG number four, and purple haze
I got that thrax pack
Fuck them lil' purses that y'all rockin this a knapsack
And it's full of blues, you front your move
My shit go
Had to zo he was movin' wocky
Folding paper like it's origami
Mix the runts with the new biscotti
50 p's mobbing through the lobby
Got that power, bitch, we Ghost and Tommy
That's the reason why these bitches on me
The pussy good and the head was sloppy
I might take her for a brand new body
Fuck her good, she runnin' while she screamin
I be cooling talking to my demons
Trap back, baby, you should see it
Think we givin' freebies on the weekend
What you buyin'? Maybe I can match it
I just did 50 off the back end
Bitch, stop callin' me while I'm trappin
Get it whole and break it down to fractions
That's the way
We just flooded New York with some Cali plates
You just send an addy, we gon' have it there by Saturday
Fuck what all these rappers, say I do more on an average day
Everything is Gucci like my luggage in the baggage claim
We bringing trap back
Back to basics would of stuffed three p's inside this backpack
GG number four, and purple haze
I got that thrax pack
Fuck them lil' purses that y'all rockin this a knapsack
And it's full of blues, you front your move
My shit go
Yeah
We bringing trap back
Stuffed three p's inside my backpack
Prayin' til somebody hear me screamin
I don't know it's angels or it's demons
Dreamin' bout the money I be feinding
Trigger finger itchin' for a reason
I don't know nobody harder than me
Killed the competition, started with me
Tote my heat so much and I be in the streets
The labels won't even barter with me
Love it when I talk about the trap
Late nights that Cali, comin' back
Za p's stinkin' up the
Spin back seal it with the vac
Shit been feelin' spooky on the road
Every hour, bows been getting sold
Back and forth, feel like I sold my soul
Hangin' and I'm closer to my goals
Sweatin' while I'm pickin' up the load
Both feel the pack if its stale or if it's old
Know it's only purple cause it's cold
Plug was movin' wocky he got Zo'd
Knockin' on his door, a nigga owe
I don't front nobody, I don't know
That way ain't no way you runnin' off
Shakin' down your granny for the doe
We bringing trap back
Back to basics would of stuffed three p's inside this backpack
GG number four, and purple haze
I got that thrax pack
Fuck them lil' purses that y'all rockin this a knapsack
And it's full of blues, you front your move
My shit go
Had to zo he was movin' wocky
Folding paper like it's origami
Mix the runts with the new biscotti
50 p's mobbing through the lobby
Got that power, bitch, we Ghost and Tommy
That's the reason why these bitches on me
The pussy good and the head was sloppy
I might take her for a brand new body
Fuck her good, she runnin' while she screamin
I be cooling talking to my demons
Trap back, baby, you should see it
Think we givin' freebies on the weekend
What you buyin'? Maybe I can match it
I just did 50 off the back end
Bitch, stop callin' me while I'm trappin
Get it whole and break it down to fractions
That's the way
We just flooded New York with some Cali plates
You just send an addy, we gon' have it there by Saturday
Fuck what all these rappers, say I do more on an average day
Everything is Gucci like my luggage in the baggage claim
We bringing trap back
Back to basics would of stuffed three p's inside this backpack
GG number four, and purple haze
I got that thrax pack
Fuck them lil' purses that y'all rockin this a knapsack
And it's full of blues, you front your move
My shit go
