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Still in the trap and I'm runnin'
See all this paper I'm countin'
Spend all this money is nothin'
Got a few birdies, mo comin'
Got the mollies, got the K's
Foreign shippment overseas
Birdies choppin down the street
Split a chicken, get no heat
Still in the trap and I'm runnin' [ x4 ]
[Verse1: Boz]
I'm still in the trap, I'm running my lap
Paper I stack make a hater go mad
The nine on my lap can f** with they head
But now since I'm famous I just put out a band
I got big choppers, straight from the army
My goonz gon' loonz when somebody harm me
Cold blooded k**ers, they'd shoot you for money
And they are so crazy they shoot you for nothin'
I B in the kitchen, me in the kitchen
Landin that pidgeon, choppin' the chicken
Workin the week-end choppin' and splittin'
Got me new money, all from the whippin'
Got me new b**hes, got me new haters
Got me new Bezel, with purp, it's the Lakers
Got me new shoes, Gucci the maker
Spendin this money, still gettin more paper
Still in the trap, I feel like a star
I could be an artist if trappin' was art
I keep go the hardest and trappin' is hard
b**h I'm a baller, get out of my yard!
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[Verse2: Boz]
I get so high and money is my drug
See me gettin money not givin' a motherf**
See me goin global but still f**in' round the block
See me in the Gucci sto'e, closin' up the shop
YSL belt holdin' up on my Cavalli
I think I just lost my head cause I keep lookin' for Molly
Got a pocket full of Mollies, got the bunnies start the party
Got a pistol in my pocket, living lavish, John Gotti
And everything you need, I'm servin'
Sippin on this lean, yeah, I'm swervin'
Your girl came to me, I'm servin'
f** my competition, I'm servin'
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