Q Da Fool - Gucci Bandana TRAP-MIX lyrics

[Intro] Q da Fool Trap Fever Pakk Boyz PBG mane Y'all know what the f** we do Gang, gang These n***as ain't really trappin' mane They fakin' it til they make it But we in there all day Gettin' that money mane Gang [Hook] In the kitchen we cookin' up Countin' this money now I got a papercut Pakk Boyz don't play with us I [?] the plug, and they go and they [?] PIPs, True Religion In designer I trust PIP, True Religion In designer I trust [Verse 1] I'm flexin' my double G Bullets be faster than muhf**in' bumblebees I trap with my brovas, that's straight on my brova These n***as is snakes and they eat the cheese I see your man, I beat your man You lucky I ain't smoke your man These n***as is dykes They don't turn no pipes I call 'em Juwanna Mann You lucky my llama jam We stay in that kitchen related to pots and pans Rush hour, I'm sellin' out Flip a ounce, call me the jugg man That n***a be smokin' dirt (Ugh!) I call him the trash man Pack came from Afghan Hoes was fine, now you doin' handstands [Hook] In the kitchen we cookin' up Countin' this money now I got a papercut Pakk Boyz don't play with us I [?] the plug, and they go and they [?] PIP, True Religion In designer I trust PIPs, True Religion In designer I trust