SMACK N DA TRAP Lyrics

Give this sh!t my all

You got my number could of called

Give this sh!t my all

You got my number could of called

Give this sh!t my all

You got my

Give this sh!t my all

You got my number could of called

See them niggas in last

Im in first so they stall

Balling like my name was Kobe

Know I give this sh!t my all

Gotta get up to a Bag bout the money I'm involved

Know my fingers itching for the green

From a city where they do anything

For the dollar and the mother fucking cream

New Impala just to hit the fucking Scene

Gotta problem with me put it In her spleen

Hella dollars with me know im in her dreams

Can't fuck with you niggas you peons

You niggas pest you can be gone

Im seeing red its neon

2 for the shoes got a mink on

Gotta bitch in the back

Get her freak on

Yeah warned you before why you sleep on

Me

Me

I told you ill make it through anything

Bitch I be clean im not Listerine

Im feeling bad im not Billie Jean

Sonning em soak up my energy

She feeling me we got chemistry

Smack in the trap where the killers be

I can not jack with a enemy

Try give me dap are you kidding me

Diamonds jump off the wrist to infinity

Give this sh!t my all

You got my number could of called

See them niggas in last

Im in first so they stall

Balling like my name was Kobe

Know I give this sh!t my all

Gotta get up to a Bag bout the money I'm involved