TrapAll 2 Lyrics

Gooch, Gooch, Gooch, Gooch, gooch, gooch, gooch, gooch

Stuu, Stuu, Stuu

It's a lot of shit I know you won't do

How you hanging with the gang

And you know you won't shoot

Nigga, uh, this that trap all two

How you goin' act if niggas

Put that mag on you

I'm good with the numbers

You know one come before two

Put the water in the pot

Soon as it bubble, drop it in

Jays love me, they know I'm good for the dub, for the ten

You ain't gankin', you ain't mobbed, nigga, you can't lock it in

I got very serious problems

I'm very serious, partner

I-I can't trust your soul

You know how the feds watchin' heavy metal to the show

You know how the gang rockin

Always on go, nigga, you know I ain't stoppin

Took-took-took a lil' break and now I'm back

Y'all just bored me

I'm really-I'm really the best and I'm sick of niggas ignoring' me

Speak up with your chest till this glockie, put a big hole in it

I-I can check your heart with my eyes, I can sense the ho in it

Walk inside the club, shoulder leanin', feel like young Dro

That was us, a bunch of flashy niggas, made the club snow

Mask up when you ride with me, shit gets sticky B

I'ma up, this shit make the show, I'ma let it blow

Medical, I smoke medical

Duckin' federal, the general, and I can meet you there

Tell me the schedule, check my pedigree

I'm the game, feel like Triple H, think about doin' what

Yeah to who? That's a big mistake

She act up with you, but with me she better know her place

Trap all, I'm the fuckin' great, I was breaded by some apes

Can't go back to where I'm from, closed my hood and got me numb

I just bought a Tommy gun, this shit like a army gun

Hit off once and tap you out, welcome to the Octagon

I just hit a milfy milfy, shoutout to the soccer moms

Flip the work and slam it on the table, that's a powerbomb

Hit the bowl at least a hundred times, my wrist a thunderstorm

Streets cold, cross me and you die, that's just the way it goes

This shit ain't an act, naw for real, but I can play my role

This thing hold a hundred and it's firing, better drop and roll

I got my respect for being me, I stuck to my code

Cut the muzzle on the Glock, fix the nose like Michael Jackson

Name this gun the library, it be silence when it's active

Know my dad but still a bastard, speed out, can't catch me in traffic

That hate shit fill me with laughter, marni on me, I got fashion

Bitch can't ever be my wife, I can't ever go out desperate

And I got every tool on me, like I'm Go-Go Gadget

I don't pick and choose at all, just don't be in my selection

Guwop Yodas, take your life, add your soul to the collection