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Pablo Juan, nigga, a real trapper I don't know about y'all niggas Plug and the socket shit (ATL Jacob) Cap shit, nigga Better ask somebody (That boy Cassius) Real trapper, Drugs"R"Us Trap in the spot, hope twelve don't bust Glock with a safety, I just can't trust Plug calling my phone and the pack done touched Bag on the plane, pints on the bus X and the Xan', pressing them up Real trappers, Drugs"R"Us Busting the script, I ain't got to touch it When I go OT, I'ma double it up I trap it low-key out the pickup truck I found me a plug, I'm charged up I run it up, they thought I was stuck You buying designer, I go re-up I'm still selling drugs, I can't kick my feet up Fuck twelve, caught a case, beat it up They get behind me, I'm speeding up [Verse 1: Hoodrich Pablo Juan] Real trapper, niggas want to be like us Letras de cancionesServe the two for five, go and re-up Bust a slab down and serve out the bus Ride around with that Glock, that's a must I dont trust you niggas, who can I trust? Go to school, I ain't used to eat lunch I was counting dope in the trap like fruit punch Roll up Gelato, I'm smoking on Pink Runtz I was on the Eastside, [?] wood I'm from death row, can't come to my hood Shut down the 'partment, they know what we doing Run up in the trap, man, I wish a nigga would Ha, selling dope by the Fletchers Fuck twelve, they can't catch us Stay with the plug like I was a Tesla I got to see if that dope good, I get it shipped to my tester I'm in the kitchen like Nutty Professor I ain't used to have shit so I get it aggressive Got babies, no daddy, they bastards Come to my trap, bring your money, no hassle Rock the title C like I got a saddle Dracos and Glocks and ARs for the cattle Nigga pull up, I'll see you on the camera Real trapper, Drugs"R"Us Trap in the spot, hope twelve don't bust Glock with a safety, I just can't trust Plug calling my phone and the pack done touched Bag on the plane, pints on the bus X and the Xan', pressing them up Real trappers, Drugs"R"Us Busting the script, I ain't got to touch it When I go OT, I'ma double it up I trap it low-key out the pickup truck I found me a plug, I'm charged up I run it up, they thought I was stuck You buying designer, I go re-up I'm still selling drugs, I can't kick my feet up Fuck twelve, caught a case, beat it up They get behind me, I'm speeding up Still in the trap house I'm selling dope with the strap out The plug put a load up, weighing the bales on the scale, the battery ran out I'm working hard for this shit, you niggas and bitches be having your hands out You ain't a boss and you taking them losses, you ain't even hip, put your mans off I got a stick, it came with a drum, this shit be knocking some heads off Pull up in Demon, not Trackhawk Do the ho big, gon' max out Mister Blue Benjamin, racks I trust Open up a fifty pack, smell like must Back to the trap house, Drugs"R"Us Cut it down the center like custard Seats in the GT look like mustard Truck go, "Beep", I'm full 'till it dump shit Trap house beating, hope twelve don't bust it Fill up my blunt with the Runtz and Gushers Slamming the packs, I'm building my muscles I got a concussion, I'm taking the Tussion' Duck, dodge, boom, bust it Trapping with the Ruger, Russian Longway, bitch Real trapper, Drugs"R"Us Trap in the spot, hope twelve don't bust Glock with a safety, I just can't trust Plug calling my phone and the pack done touched Bag on the plane, pints on the bus X and the Xan', pressing them up Real trappers, Drugs"R"Us Busting the script, I ain't got to touch it When I go OT, I'ma double it up I trap it low-key out the pickup truck I found me a plug, I'm charged up I run it up, they thought I was stuck You buying designer, I go re-up I'm still selling drugs, I can't kick my feet up Fuck twelve, caught a case, beat it up They get behind me, I'm speeding up From Letras Mania