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[TRAP DYLAN]

Love the way this money stack
So I cannot keep a hoe
Can't let no bitch hold me back
Thumbin' through the bands while i'm on the go
Dead presidents in my shoe box
Got 30 rounds might let em go
Bitch I pull up to your party, fuck it up and they're ain't no show
Word around yo city is your pockets deep and you can't fold
Land of Entrapment I been poppin' way before
Going out of state on the interstate
Gettin' to my plate
Staying hungry everyday
Put that on my fuckin' name
Loyalty before this profit shit
On the gang we gon' die rich
Moving work like it's '86
Never switching up in the mix
Hard times put me on my grind
Beams aiming all around thеm signs
God's plan when i'm in the field
Satan's еngine i'm out of line
Trust dog shit gon' be fine
Get yours i'm gon' get mine
I love my dogs forreal and i'm gonna break bread with more than dimes

[BLOKKA $OLO]

We run shit all around the city
These pussy niggas ain't gon' feel me
We run shit all around the city
All real hustlers always gon' feel me

Married to the money got this pain inside my heart
Told my bitch I love her but I never wrote her no song
I'm so hypnotized by the drugs
I'm so hypnotized by the thugs
I'm so traumatized by the love
I got homicide in my blood
I got thoughts inside my brain
Telling me to run away
I got people in my life
Begging for me just to stay
Niggas eating off my plate
Like i'm handing out my steak
But can't stand up in my shoes
Without blisters on they legs
Ever had a pistol in yo face?
Better hope God love you today
Ain't no time to change your ways
If this nigga sprays your brains
Tell your momma you gon' call her back when these niggas trying to spill you
Knowing damn well you ain't calling back if these niggas really do kill you
Now flip shit they revere you
Whole city they feel you
Watched the interview a dozen times shit now they think they know the real you
Still a gangsta
I don't fear you
Fuck a podcast
I'll kill you
Fuck an old man
In his old ass
Woulda coulda shoulda fuckin' dildo
Pussy nigga cannot fake us
Die broke in your scraper
I'mma die with my chopper
Like a nigga play for the lakers
Smoke a fat pound of this ayyy dub
Fat blunt of this ayyy dub
Still got breath in my lungs
And still counting my paper

We run shit all around the city
These pussy niggas ain't gon' feel me
We run shit all around the city
All real hustlers always gon' feel me