Trapbo' Chad - Trapbotanical lyrics

Never comin down as far as that goes Its trap to the bo comin with flows doper than most! I mix it on my own makin it known to ya boy joe Hello, young fellow i ain't pa**in the dro Homie, didn't i tell you outside of the club Oh here! made ya loook! back at rollin a jernt I got my weed and my raws straight tucked In the headband of my strapback say, whaaaaat You can ask me a little but will i tell you enough When ya girl is down, she gotta mouth fulla my whaaa Motion back, i motion the whole team When we're smokin, cash rules everything you gotta see Kush clouds climbin up out of the booth Whiffin like fruit loops, cops watchin can't stop me im 2 cool But not 2 dudes, im the only one that knows It ain't that cold so im goin to sell this coat Uhh hit the curb blue lights in my sight Never speeding by the fives, im duckin em cause they might Like to switch sights im keepin my eyes low Yo homie its trapbo you know that i act low-key Low enough to feel that i needa get high Rollin pine, ignite it, and then i spit a rhyme Kickin back now! guess whos bizzack? Its trap to the bo im back in this ho... rollin em fat k**in the sh** like i never was in it But witness this sh** as i k** it a simple Switch of the bisiness i mean Do me? do you spit it as clean? No i never really cared enough find out what you mean... If you wanna sit at the table im gonna check what you bring I ain't f**in with nooooo craaazy sh** im only smokin that green So i, roll up when ever i feel lower Than a lawn mower cuttin the gra** at a inch close uhhh Closer to the prize got me makin ya ho say... Bend her down, im back in this b**h WOW! Now i can breathe for a minute to spit it down to the crowd Trapbo from the ville You know me im rollin RAWs of the k** No i never really thought it before it was untold It ain't that cold so im goin to sell this coat!!!@!!!#$$