Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Young Debit
Young Debit
Songwriter
Trapland Pat
Trapland Pat
Songwriter

Lyrics

I got this shit, I got this shit Heavy, right? Let's go Debit Trapland Send 10 bands to the Trapland 10 horny hoes in my Instagram Going up, that's the plan Pops served in Vietnam I want a Vietnamese bitch I'll pay your lease, bitch Improvements today I got some leads, buy some merch Or some weed, get me rich I been on the same thing since a JIT Plus I'm way too advanced They can't play me like a lick, no, aye I'm a 10th street hustler I ain't no butler Them niggas gotta catch up Forgot about the musterd Ain't no credit, boy I'm shifting around with Young Debit Supercharged the motor, red light I be quick to rev it We gon' prolly' splurge a little through the entrance Then we out the exit (Do, do doo) Nigga, this a red eye It's gon' be hard to catch They like Trapland, the fucking daredevil He gon' risk his life Nigga married to the trap, but we ain't using it right These niggas getting taxed over there Couldn't get a lower price While I sit around flat, I'ma risk my life Still got wounds in my back from that fucking knife The forecast said hot, but my heart on ice I ain't playing nice She came back not once, but maybe twice Bad bitch from Miami had to roll the dice Rubin gave me the plays Had to double up Hit Trapland with a double cup I made 10 bands On some shit luck Pat my dog, ain't no pup Cleveland to Miami, run it up Sneak into the club, I got the semi-tucked Debit Trapland Send 10 bands to the Trapland 10 horny hoes in my Instagram Going up, that's the plan Pops served in Vietnam
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