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I've been trappin' got a hunnid in that duffel bag boy
I've been trappin' got a hunnid in that duffel bag boy

Hey
I don't do a thing, I'm a boss
They locked bro in prison got him talking to the wall
You swore you were solid till that second that you called
You fucked up a million times and swear it wasn't your fault

I've been trappin' got a hunnid in that duffel bag boy

But I come from the trenches I'm a paper bag boy
I'm like thank you God I owe you one I'll pay you back for it
Hit the gas I'm in that foreign like I'm tryna fast forward

Hit the gas I'm in that bitch like I'm tryna race
You want talk business a hunnid or better I can't do basic
Got a bad bitch with me wanna suck me to sleep this bitch amazing
New switch on me can't dodge these bullets this ain't the matrix
Don't get turned victim, can't even war, don't got no paper
Finally get you some motion, you know that they'll find them a reason to hate you
Finally got me some motion, I'm stuck in my lane, I can't even relate to

I done got me some money, I ever go broke then it's back to the basics
Duh

I've been trappin' got a hunnid in that duffel bag boy
But I come from the trenches I'm a paper bag boy
I'm like thank you God I owe you one I'll pay you back for it
Hit the gas I'm in that foreign like I'm tryna fast forward (skrt skrt)

You can ask my brodie nem, I had the smoke all under my mattress
You ain't felt that floor, then __'s wasn't poor for real, I made it happen (duh)
Shit, was lurkin' with brodie for real, you don't get no sleep when it's real life static

And you know ain't no keepin' the peace when you in to deep, got to let a __ have it
Yea yea yea, I've been trappin' got a hunnid in this duffel bag
Really stood on business, you just dirty, call you hustle man
You said you want static, say you like that, flex your muscle then
Really with the mob, and before you move I got the upper hand

I've been trappin' got a hunnid in that duffel bag boy
But I come from the trenches I'm a paper bag boy
I'm like thank you God I owe you one I'll pay you back for it
Hit the gas I'm in that foreign like I'm tryna fast forward (hey)

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