Traplanta

(Oh Lord, Jetson made another one) I fuck up the money counter Fuck on that ho then give her right back, I ain't got no manners We pull up with chops, then chop the block, I bet they like candles Line of fire, with Gucci socks, I'm drippin' in Traplanta Pops on the block with a big Glock, yeah, we in Traplanta Watch what you doin', watch what you say, we in Traplanta What we gettin' payed? I'm servin' them Js, boy, in Traplanta We get paid, homie, we get laid, homie I'm with real right hoes who ain't gon' change on me I got real shooters, don't say no names, homie I know a real bully, you can't tame, homie In a NASCAR, fast car, that's a Trackhawk Vibed out with nothin' but broads (huh) Goddamn, broke the money counter (huh) Goin' in, we don't care 'bout cameras (huh) He get that dope back, call 'em Arm & Hammer (huh) Shit, that's all I'm sayin' I'm signin' all the deals, nigga, I don't even want the plan Have you ever seen that molly color khakhi pants? Keep on playin', I bet your brother be dyin' in your hands I'm with DYN, off pills and all the Xans I fuck up the money counter Fuck on that ho then give her right back, I ain't got no manners We pull up with chops, then chop the block, I bet they like candles Line of fire, with Gucci socks, I'm drippin' in Traplanta Pops on the block with a big Glock, yeah, we in Traplanta Watch what you doin', watch what you say, we in Traplanta What we gettin' payed? I'm servin' them Js, boy, in Traplanta We get paid, homie, we get laid, homie Trap house Fuck this shit, I'm ridin' in the trap house My mama askin' for it, so I tie it off Get what she want, it don't matter (woo) On the stove, remixin' the brick, tricks of bein' a hunter I ain't a nigga gotta trick the bitch, the mall got too many hookers If he ever play with these racks, shit, he gotta be a dummy Yeah, I know my folks gon' tassle, so I load up my number Yeah, I'm in Traplanta Yeah, we pour some many fours in the fuckin' Fanta Boy, I know you fuckin' told though, I cannot stand ya So you better watch who you trust, nigga, Traplanta Fuck ya ho, we don't lust, nigga, Traplanta I fuck up the money counter (slimeball) Fuck on that ho then give her right back, I ain't got no manners We pull up with chops, then chop the block, I bet they like candles Line of fire, with Gucci socks, I'm drippin' in Traplanta Pops on the block with a big Glock, yeah, we in Traplanta Watch what you doin', watch what you say, we in Traplanta What we gettin' payed? I'm servin' them Js, boy, in Traplanta We get paid, homie, we get laid, homie --- Traplanta - Lil Keed