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Heyo, Lil Mexico, pass the gas! Free all of my opps because this shits not so fun (Trap trap trap trap) These some big woods burnin', and my cup's double stuffed I'ma keep on gettin' money, tell ya' mans to catch up (Skrt) And, I can, I can never switch up, I'ma put that on blood (Trap trap trap trap) Free all of my opps because this shits not so fun These some big woods burnin', and my cup's double stuffed I'ma keep on gettin' money, tell ya' mans to catch up (Skrt) And, I can, I can never switch up, I'ma put that on blood (Trap trap trap trap) Okay it's free all the opps cause this shit getting boring First year was sold out then hit Europe, we touring Lil shorty Japanese, that ho butt lookin' gorgeous I just cracked a ginger ale, grabbed a tech pint and poured it All my backwoods blue cause my smoke be imported (Okay) And its still fuck Trump cause he want flex get deported It be thirty for the 30, fourteen hunnit for potions You bought these Glocks for the gram, my 40 leave 'em in ocean You pull the Tec it gon' jam, this chopper spray in the open My uncle still in the can, while my mama cried, she can't hold it Simon say, you won't shoot him, why the fuck is you totin'? Got compas killin' for free, you gon offer promotion Free all of my opps because this shits not so fun (Trap trap trap) These some big woods burnin', and my cup's double stuffed I'ma keep on gettin' money, tell ya' mans to catch up (Skrt) And, I can, I can never switch up, I'ma put that on blood (Trap trap trap trap) Free all of my opps because this shits not so fun These some big woods burnin', and my cup's double stuffed I'ma keep on gettin' money, tell ya' mans to catch up (Skrt) And, I can, I can never switch up, I'ma put that on blood (Trap trap trap trap) We gon bust shit now, and keep the questions for later (Pew pew pew) I made a milli on my own, ain't got no time for a hater (Haha) If you really 'bout that action, quit that internet actin' (Trap trap trap) We throw fist, tote dick, or whatever you with Fucked up, I can't, I can't, I can't feel my face F&N in my gun, we gon catch a case Big diamonds on my neck, you can't see this way And if we catch you up in traffic look the other way (Skrt) High as fuck, bitch we zooming in my two seater Oh I know that bitch, she used to be the crew leader These Versace steppers, and a Gucci sweater Why you mans hating on me he don't know no better Free all of my opps because this shits not so fun (Trap trap trap) These some big woods burnin', and my cup's double stuffed I'ma keep on gettin' money, tell ya' mans to catch up (Skrt Skrt) And, I can, I can never switch up, I'ma put that on blood (Trap trap trap trap) Free all of my opps because this shits not so fun (Trap trap trap trap) These some big woods burnin', and my cup's double stuffed I'ma keep on gettin' money, tell ya' mans to catch up (Skrt) And, I can, I can never switch up, I'ma put that on blood (Trap trap trap trap)
Writer(s): Nicholoas Voutsinas, Andrew Adolph, Cristian Palma Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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