Days In The Trap

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Nigga don’t touch my braids
I just had them shits made
Nigga please back away
Trick don’t touch my—back away
(I hold my head) Days in the trap
Days in the trap (back away)
Days in the trap (out the way)
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Please oh Lord don’t take me there
A billion would kill to be billionaires
Smoke then hope they disappear
Lord I pray you set me free
Mom did a lot now it’s up to me
Up to me they look down on me
Prais be, take me for a fluk and see
I might just go on a shooting spree
The internet made me do it
Really I’m just tryna be the greatest to do it
College with the lady students
Got gigs pray I’m paid to do it
Boss tings, I’m a great influence
Hey now
Wait hold on now
Okay I’m on now
What you on about
I said it’s on now
They won’t let us in though we got some songs out
Days in the trap going all out til we all out
Better know if you my nigga, I don’t want disrespect
Blow his whole mamacita’s back the best way to stab his back
Told my niggas if it don’t work we running up niggas houses
If you listen to my raps you gon' know that it’s fax
Rendezvous cause shawty thought that her celly was tapped
My niggas selling weed even though it’s barely a trap
They got degrees but it’s fees that they gotta pay back
Cause it’s hard to be black living out all your
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Nigga don’t touch my braids
I just had them shits made
Nigga please back away
Trick don’t touch my—back away
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I’ve got stories, fit for loeries
We’ve shot movies in the trap
Stash narcotics from the police
My OG, he movin' gats
I slang verses, I slang raps
The streets convert my shit to crack
Now tell me how it feel'
To have an OG on a track
Was stuck inside the trap
But now we made it out
I salute my niggas took the better route
If we' beefin' on some shit
It’s best to let it out
‘Fore we hit the trap
Finesse the plug in the South
Always bring the vibe
You niggas call it clout
Only want the commas
That be for the whole MOB
If I hit a lick, I’ll split it baby
That’s on God
I’ll finesse this shit
No problem
I’ve been pimpin', mind my bidness
Coz I’m tired of niggas lies
Need a whiteness, ‘feel real gifted
My homies, they' still surprised
Don’t know why we’ve got to die
I’m still living on cloud 9
I pour shots for all my briolis
That’s in the sky
Pull up to the East with the bro’s
Handle beef on the low
While I’m chiefin' and smokin'
Had her in the sheets till morning
Hit it in my sleep while I’m yawning
But she deserve' that yves saint laurent
‘Couple pieces and thongs
For a peak in performance
We did it by the sink, by the toilet
Now she' tryna get this dick on appointment