You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes
See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows
But my crib was straight ahead, shorty gave me head
I'm moving in for the kill, and i've got the trap set,
Chillin back smoking weed writing raps and fucking hoes
Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes
Wordplay for days, smoking haze for days
Weed and rapping weed in jays
And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for
Call it the trap house, i got the mouse, call it the little heater,
Rolling with the dopest hoes and they don't know i rap
And sit up front, i'm not asking it's a trap
Of the coke and the smoke of weed
She leave the bathroom with a nose bleed
"kill this nigga, guns and weed"
Last of a dying breed
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