Trapland Pat
Fuck a Nigga
Fuck a n***a cuz he told
We ion tolerate rats I got some dawgs up the road
Cuz dem n***as told
Mouth full of golds young n***a wit a old soul
I just re’d up Dey say I went copped the whole bowl

I only write hits u cud feel it in yo damn soul
1 team one dream all we got is one goal
All this money on me new I know it look old
I had to grab the rubber bands cuz it can’t fold

Kick her to the curb
Cuz she stumbling on every word
Shooter jersey # 33 he shoot like Larry bird

Bent the corner quick got sticks & I got licks
Big ahh bonks on my wicks des is not wicks

Ima wait my turn cuz when u don’t that’s when u crash & burn
Say u never seen a n***a slide n***a watch & learn
Better pay a n***a what u owe just like big worm
Made a left but should’ve made a ride that’s a wrong turn
I told dem n***as bout them hollows u know them things burn
Out here folding you know you gotta stand firm
I feel just like lil baby bruh it’s my turn
Respect is never given bruh it’s always earned