Friday, August 14, 2020

Lil Keed – Traplanta Lyrics

Lil Keed – Traplanta Lyrics

 Lil Keed – Traplanta Lyrics

Lil Keed – Traplanta Lyrics



Lil Keed – Traplanta Lyrics


(deskhop make it drop, yeah)

(oh Lord, Jetson made another one)


I fuck up the money counter

Fuck on that ho, then give her right back, I ain’t got no manners

We pull up with chops, then chop the block, I bet they light candles

95 with Gucci socks, I’m drippin’ in Traplanta

Post on the block with a big Glock, yeah, we in Traplanta

Watch what you do and watch what you say when you in Traplanta

Boy, we gettin’ paid, I’m servin’ them J’s, boy, in Traplanta

We gettin’ paid, homie, we ain’t gettin’ laid, homie


I’m with real right homies who ain’t gon’ change on me

I got real shooters, won’t say no names, homie

I know a real bully, you can’t tame homie

In a Nascar, fast car, that’s a Trackhawk

Vibed out with nothin’ but broads (hoo)

Goddamn, broke the money counter (hoo)

Goin’ in, we don’t care’bout cameras (hoo)

He get that dope back, call him Arm & Hammer (hoo)

Shit, that’s all I’m sayin’

I’m signin’ all the deals, nigga, I don’t even want the plan

Have you ever seen that molly color khaki pants?

Keep on playin’, I bet your brother be dyin’ in your hands

I’m with Dyn abusin’ all the Xans


I fuck up the money counter

Fuck on that ho, then give her right back, I ain’t got no manners

We pull up with chops, then chop the block, I bet they light candles

95 with Gucci socks, I’m drippin’ in Traplanta

Post on the block with a big Glock, yeah, we in Traplanta

Watch what you do and watch what you say when you in Traplanta

Boy, we gettin’ paid, I’m servin’ them J’s, boy, in Traplanta

We gettin’ paid, homie, we ain’t gettin’ laid, homie


Traphouse

Fuck this shit, I’m ridin’ in a Trackhawk

My mama askin’ for it, so I tear it off

Get what she want, it don’t matter (woo)

On the stove, remixin’ a brick, tricks of Benihana

I ain’t even gotta trick the bitch no more, got too many hundreds

If he ever play with the racks, yeah, he gotta be a dummy

Yeah, I know my folks gon’ tax’em, so I load up my lumber

Yeah, I’m in Traplanta

Yeah, we pour some many fours in the fuckin’ Fanta

Boy, I know you fuckin’ told, though, I cannot stand ya

So you better watch ‘fore you trust a nigga in Traplanta

Fuck your ho, we don’t lust, nigga, in Traplanta


I fuck up the money counter (slimeball)

Fuck on that ho, then give her right back, I ain’t got no manners

We pull up with chops, then chop the block, I bet they light candles

95 with Gucci socks, I’m drippin’ in Traplanta

Post on the block with a big Glock, yeah, we in Traplanta

Watch what you do and watch what you say when you in Traplanta

Boy, we gettin’ paid, I’m servin’ them J’s, boy, in Traplanta

We gettin’ paid, homie, we ain’t gettin’ laid, homie

all we work for is to satisfy you.