Trapland Pat - Adlib lyrics

Bussing down lbs out the wrapper Why u lied why u told em a trapper Sent the pack off green bay packer Bet i get my pack off faster No hard top this a drop top Turn a princess to a snot thot Want smoke he must be talkin bout hotbox & that’s a flip car i know u got it from the chop shop It ain’t no lackin got the chop wit me When i lean yea i bet that thing rock wit me Na i ain’t friendly u cud have never have a talk wit me I ain’t sharing plugs y he think he boutta cop wit me High speed chase boy you better not slow down Tnt yea dey say he boutta blow now Running red lights cuz i’m really on go now To much biting i gotta switch the flow now Yo Ttu i’m to turnt up Playin wit da flame hе done got his ahh burnt up U gon have to drive dеn Hop out pop out we firing U could come & get a job we hiring Ran it up so much it’s tiring How tf he keep it goin like a treadmill Thought i went broke i got bread still Shots fired gotta duck low Ima throw the backend at my next show Gotta pick ya tempo up cuz u rap slow I just got a new lick new custo Brand new bag dis a new stash Ar got a scope & a new flash New heist new mission need a new mask She kno i ain’t no jwetter cuz i keep cash Ran outta 1s ima throw dubs If i ain’t gettin booked ion do clubs Green tips out the stick that’s a cool slug My heart to damaged i can’t show love Iat the er i think i need surgery Done skipped venus landed on mercury Woke up to a new b*tch slurping me False move if u think about hurting me Ain’t no such thing as enough money Back shots since i know she like to run from me All des carrots in my mouth like a cool bunny Ain’t sh*t sweet hea it ain’t no honey 22 karats 20 wall in my mouth man Tryna stack it up prolly cash out on a house man Really he a rat cuz he moving like a mouse man fu*k up north all my plays down south man Trapland wea the grams at Ima take em to the beach right wea the sand at If that work to dark u gotta tan that Bra that dope ain’t dry u gotta fan that Heard that boy coming had to hit em wit the turn around Fetty on that food boy i bet that thing turn around I hit her from the front den i told that b*tch to turn around Man that b*tch a freak ain’t no way that i can turn her down