Traplanta - Lil Keed

Oh Lord, Jetson made another one

I fuck up the money counter

Fuck on that ho, then give her right back, I ain’t got no manners

We pull up with chops, then chop the block, I bet they light candles

95 with Gucci socks, I’m drippin' in Traplanta

Post on the block with a big Glock, yeah, we in Traplanta

Watch what you do and watch what you say when you in Traplanta

Boy, we gettin' paid, I’m servin' them J’s, boy, in Traplanta

We gettin' paid, homie, we ain’t gettin' laid, homie

I’m with real right homies who ain’t gon' change on me

I got real shooters, won’t say no names, homie

I know a real bully, you can’t tame homie

In a NASCAR, fast car, that’s a Trackhawk

Vibed out with nothin' but broads (Hoo)

Goddamn, broke the money counter (Hoo)

Goin' in, we don’t care 'bout cameras (Hoo)

He get that dope back, call him Arm & Hammer (Hoo)

Shit, that’s all I’m sayin'

I’m signin' all the deals, nigga, I don’t even want the plan

Have you ever seen that molly color khaki pants?

Keep on playin', I bet your brother be dyin' in your hands

I’m with DYN abusin' all the Xans