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Trap, lil nigga, trap Trap, lil nigga, trap Trap, lil nigga, trap Trap, lil nigga, trap Trap, lil nigga, trap (Birds) Trap, lil nigga, trap (Birds) Trap, lil nigga, trap (Cuckoo) Trap, lil nigga, trap All these niggas wonder why when I say The Reagan Era put a motherfucking voice in my head Saying, "Trap, lil nigga, trap" So I'm on the block with my Glock cocked till my heart stop Fuck blood, rather pump crack Or go get a tre-five and flip it for five five Why you motherfuckers flipping burgers at five guys? For lack of words, the lies that lie inside of ya mind Every single time make a nigga feel fine The reason why I'm blind when I see my people die The messed up part's that they see it as a crime It might be death, but I see it as a dime And that shit makes sense, ain't no need to ask why, fuck it All I'm tryna do is stay clear of the buckets Driving this dope, got me scooping up the duckets A lot of rappers rap about trap shit But they ain't really 'bout shit Letras de cancionesI'm the only one that's saying something Fronting's equivalent to whippings on the back When your front's getting whiped in the kitchen And the Feds run up to the door, get to kickin' with the strap To your hat, make you lay down flat, that's a fact The plug ain't me, the plug is a story of how society bleeds Part of the popular phrase that says I can't breath, I can't breath I can't breath, I can't breath Lord, Lord When I, when I When I hop up out the Porsche or out the Lamb' That become my wrist juggie juggie, flip, juggie juggie, damn My shotta got a Glocka, it go ham All because my wrist juggie juggie, flip, juggie juggie, damn I'm the plug (Birds) I'm the plug, I'm the plug I'm the plug (Birds) I'm the plug, I'm the plug I'm the plug (Cuckoo) I'm the plug, I'm the plug I'm the plug (You ain't got no money, take yo' broke ass home) I'm the plug, I'm the plug Extendo clip (Clip, clop), bang, bang! Leave a nigga on the floor, let his brains hang What's those pants? Alexander Wang Buy new clothes everytime I sell a whole thang Moving that coca and I ain't talking 'bout butter I leave it to my young niggas, they gon' cook it and cut up They take it back to the block, they break it down, make it pop Trapping is not like selling records, it is not gonna flop Touch my mans and get dropped, touch my fam and get popped Touch my stash and I'm clickin', clockin', reload and then flock (Brrrrrrrrrrrrrr) I ain't never had a damn day job, nigga I been getting paid since tenth grade, nigga Never been in Feds but I make seven figures That's the reason why these niggas wanna hate, go figure Hop up out the Porsche or out the Lamb' That become my wrist juggie juggie, flip, juggie juggie, damn My shotta got a Glocka, it go ham All because my wrist juggie juggie, flip, juggie juggie, damn I'm the plug (Birds) I'm the plug, I'm the plug I'm the plug (Birds) I'm the plug, I'm the plug I'm the plug (Cuckoo) I'm the plug, I'm the plug I'm the plug (You ain't got no money, take yo' broke ass home) I'm the plug, I'm the plug From Letras Mania