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(Strikes in the mix) Day in the life Let's see if you really trap Turn off the autotune Let's hear how you really rap Haha, send a location Come burn a boy if you're bad, let's see Your dad left home from young And you ain't done shit for your mum, ah man, ah man How are you relying on man like gyal? You're mad, you mas'a mad You ain't never sat in the trap with a pack Hear the doorbell ring and your heartbeat lag Can't keep track, been in the trap It's hard, I can't keep up (I can't keep up) Selling them party drugs I'm the one that got the party turnt Everyone say they T (They T) Fascinated by the trap I might put the bando on Airbnb (B) Leave me a good review, next time you come Get some, get one for free (Who's that?) Who's that with the hair on fleek? She made me beep my horn, it's peak Letras de cancionesI try stay low in the Jeep, low-key (Discrete) The feds ain't dumb, they know wagwan But the young G's too naive Little bro got nicked two times this week Freedom's priceless, not cheap Fuck you, pay me Got a booking fee plus VAT (VAT) R.I.P. A1, it's sad that he didn't see eighteen Day in the life Let's see if you really trap Turn off the autotune Let's hear how you really rap Haha, send a location Come burn a boy if you're bad, let's see Your dad left home from young And you ain't done shit for your mum, ah man, ah man How are you relying on man like gyal? You're mad, you mas'a mad You ain't never sat in the trap with a pack Hear the doorbell ring and your heartbeat lag Can't keep track, been in the trap It's hard, I can't keep up (I can't keep up) Selling them party drugs I'm the one that got the party turnt Bro said I'm going all dumb I won't leave that trap alone Come like I'm young in love Got a toxic relationship with Stacey, but she won't cut me off Can't be breaking even no more, brodie, I must see prof' Came to the bando healthy, left with a dusty cough Loving the goldest rose like the England rugby top These bitches lie, relationship advice, don't trust these thots Everyone talk gun 'pon beat, but in their real life, no gun beat off Keep the convo brief, say no more, my G Don't you know that talk is cheap? Like my gyaldem short and sweet What ya mean can you sit on my face? She listen to too much DBE Everyone got PTSD, how come everyone now sip on lean? Don't you know that I grind two fours? I'm on two-fours like Christmas Eve Bro, why you act surprise? I told you dis and you didn't believe Can deal with the trap being dirty, can't deal with the dirty D's If the yard I'm in gets spun, I won't come home 'til I'm thirty-three Day in the life Let's see if you really trap Turn off the autotune Let's hear how you really rap Haha, send a location Come burn a boy if you're bad, let's see Your dad left home from young And you ain't done shit for your mum, ah man, ah man How are you relying on man like gyal? You're mad, you mas'a mad You ain't never sat in the trap with a pack Hear the doorbell ring and your heartbeat lag Can't keep track, been in the trap It's hard, I can't keep up (I can't keep up) Selling them party drugs I'm the one that got the party turnt You ain't never sat in the trap with a pack Hear the doorbell ring and your heartbeat lag (You ain't never sat in the trap with a pack Hear the doorbell ring and your heartbeat lag), Frosty From Letras Mania