Trap Mafia II (Freestyle) Lyrics

3 Months ago, they lock up my gang

44 DawGs it's still in my head

I stay on the low, listen to Fred. I sip overdose my lyrics on point

I trap for a living ma guy

I rep for ma city on god

You niqqas ain't trapping nolie

I'm runnin with gorillas squad

I stand for the gang no cap

I'm coming so hard like penetration

I shock you niqqas like electricity

Ma gang at ma back like some allergies

I'm calling for bang where is Makaveli?

Hey maka, buss at yo opp and burst en belly

Show no mercy, wo nnyɛ mercy Johnson

I'm featuring Omar, You know R2bees

They refuse to be broke that's why I fuck with Mugeez

The whole gang meeting then I'm sorting police

Cause I still got hurt when they lock all my gees

Free up Paperz and free up Maleek

They hijacked no cars, they supposed to be freed

I'm ticking the bars like Kwadwo Sheldon

I'm going to Mars, with out no rockets

I'm trying to farm for John Dumelo

This niqqas be cheap than Nsawam boflot

Since I nyom she ain't left me alone, sweet in de blow

She dialing ma phone, she want fuck on the low

Raised in the killers zone yɛbɛ kwashey wo bro they killing em folks

Sofo ma country been going so nut

Adwen no bom ɔman no ayɛ hot

Omo yi no low na omo ahyɛ no tough

From top to down me nyinaaa yɛ kpoo

Woka wo yadeɛ aa na yɛ ma wo doze

This trappers be funny like Weezy en jokes

Fuck Fanta, I wanna sell some coke

I see what you think, but I'm never on drugs

It's 60 degrees I'm bringing the heat

I'm trappin at least, I'm living for free

What ain't meant to be was meant to be

This money and fame was meant to be

Ma yung niqqa buss a Patek

The next of the day, his killers were 10

I fuck with NBA like the niqqa Ben 10

Your friend has a friend so tell me your friend?

Friends of enemies, enemies of friends

This street so sad, I don't have a friend

Rest In Peace ma niqqa Alex,I wish you with me but Jah Jah no best

All this money for Yeezy's and Tequila, Carter

Free up the geez and free up Adija, Palmer

I'm on 3 good rolls no boka, amnesia

You niqqa's s be buggin a lot

I trap for a living ma Dawg

I'm trapping on Jesus on God

At the top I refuse to come down

Pussy boy looking so dump

He snitch on me, he looking so John

I delete and block, that niqqa a frog

He always they hop

OG give me the glock, I shoot at the opp

Ma killi them giving no chance we ready fi war

Running man down From asylum Down

Where we grind up they ain't support my shit

But all I know is to grind up

Give me one chance

I go murder this rappers non stop like obidipon and still Trap

Fuck their bars, I'm at kanta back

Even if ano blow, I still might Trap

You see the swag, there's flex in the rap

I was born in the Trap selling party Drugs

Kanta those days when we selling rags

It's been 10 old years I been listening 2 pac

R.I.P Ovox and DD and Dad

One of niqqa's die in killers attack

3 Months ago, they lock up my gang, 44 dawgs it's still in my head

I stay on the low, listen to Fred. I sip overdose

My lyrics on point