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Luh Soldier

"Trap"

[Intro]
On God
Yeah, yeah
Who let them hoes in the trap?
Yeah, yeah
It's too many bows in the trap
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
I got that gas, if you want a bag, pull up at the Texaco
And I had to check a ho
If I pull up late, I'ma serve a lil' extra more
Glock on my right, chop on the shelf
Smokin' Cookie, tryna clear up the air
Mama all mad, I'ma throw her some money
I fix up her hair for them times we was bummy
I used to be dummy (Yeah, yeah)
If it was a lick, I was on it (On God)
You got it, lil' brother, now want it
Glock 23 on my hip, never lonely
We smokin' that pressure and making our next move
I stay having hoes in the next room
She tripping, she just want attention
The b*tch never got it 'cause she never listened
The other one straight but the other one bad
She got a mouth and she makin' me mad
So many racks, had to buy me a new stash
Now look, this ho talkin' 'bout a new bag
Raised in the trap, I don't care 'bout no drip
When I'm not rappin', I'm back in the bricks
Shoppers up late, boy, you bound to get slid
They said they want smoke, I extended the clip

[Chorus]
It's really hectic, don't come to my section
Everybody young and we clutchin' a weapon
Get a lil' money, then n*ggas start flexin'
You ain't no trapper, go get a profession
Who let them hoes in the trap? (On God)
The f*ck out the spot, what is you doin'?
It's too many bows in the trap (f*ck)
Break that sh*t down, get that sh*t movin'
It's really hectic, don't come to my section
Everybody young and we clutchin' a weapon
Get a lil' money, then n*ggas start flexin'
You ain't no trapper, go get a profession
Who let them hoes in the trap? (Huh?)
The f*ck out the spot, what is you doin'?
It's too many bows in the trap (Get 'em gone)
Break that sh*t down, get that sh*t movin'

[Verse 2]
He said he need what and he need it by when?
It's a bet, n*gga, meet at the Chevron
My b*tch in the car, it's a mug on her face
She just mad 'cause I won't get her hair done
And if you want smoke, it's whatever you wanna do
And you knowin' what we on
I told my lil' partner I'm lovin' that chopper sound
I should make it my ringtone
I'm the same n*gga that didn't have nothin'
I was walkin', sleepin' in the street
I'm the same n*gga with the Pumas on
Now I keep the latest on my feet
I'm the same n*gga had to rob for a re-up
And now I'm chilling with my feet up
I'm the same n*gga with the same team
GMF, n*gga, no, we can't team up
I just came back off the block and I got it, yeah
Look at this sh*t in my pocket
Them n*ggas gon' hate on a n*gga
The way that I'm takin' off just like a rocket
If it ain't 'bout no money, then stop it
Take a break, I'ma switch up the topic
Lil' shawty just wanted to f*ck
So we did, and I beat that b*tch leg out the socket

[Chorus]
It's really hectic, don't come to my section
Everybody young and we clutchin' a weapon
Get a lil' money, then n*ggas start flexin'
You ain't no trapper, go get a profession
Who let them hoes in the trap? (On God)
The f*ck out the spot, what is you doin'?
It's too many bows in the trap (f*ck)
Break that sh*t down, get that sh*t movin'
It's really hectic, don't come to my section
Everybody young and we clutchin' a weapon
Get a lil' money, then n*ggas start flexin'
You ain't no trapper, go get a profession
Who let them hoes in the trap? (On God)
The f*ck out the spot, what is you doin'?
It's too many bows in the trap (I swear)
Break that sh*t down, get that sh*t movin'

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