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• Artiste: Big Scoob
• Titre: T.R.A.P. (Pack Gone)
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I'ma get it regardless Wet weed, a cane, grit game retarded Look who does it the hardest A cold blood hustler, nigga, a grind artist I make it look good when I do it I ain't sleepin' 'till I 'bout done I'm a pusher so I move it, move it Fuck with me, I get the pack gone Fuck with your boy get the pack gone Can't keep up with the demand, get my trap on (my trap on) Traffic and package no melon My chrome's on the trill, they got nothing to thrill on I move with the night and the white, get my hell on Don't leave too much for my neighbors to tell on I face-to-face meet and I'm cool on them cellphones You say Boogie got you For what, bitch? Your skill wrong I been here before Ask the tall and the cell wrong They can't tell me shit, ain't no talking, the bell home I know what it is, I signed up for this shit I'm equipped with the gift and came up in the mix It's a bull-headed bitch but we joined at the hip And she stay on the strip, acrobatically fit Automatically shift, back-to-back for that fix I'm a savage at this For that cabbage we grit, bitch I'ma get it regardless Wet weed, a cane, grit game retarded Look who does it the hardest A cold blood hustler, nigga, a grind artist I make it look good when I do it I ain't sleepin' 'till I 'bout done I'm a pusher so I move it, move it Fuck with me, I get the pack gone Fuck with your boy, get the pack gone If you need me quick, hit me up on that trap phone Before I leave, I lace my boots with my strap on She ask who I'm with I said "Just me and 9's own" Crooked's main field, I'm your neighborhood pusher I'm Scarface when you fucking with my sister I wake up early morning just to hit the cook up Then post up on the block and tell 'em all I got the hook-up The way I move shit, I can't help it, I'm gifted I called you, didn't pick up, it's your fault you missed it Got more serves, I'm gon swerve, might hit the block when I come back If you give me 'bout a nine dog I pull up with that get back Don't fuck with these rappers, I look up to street guys Fuck all your features, blood, I got real street ties If it make money, then you know I touched that Big Fella gotta get a job, look here, nigga, fuck that I'ma get it regardless Wet weed, a cane, grit game retarded Look who does it the hardest A cold blood hustler, nigga, a grind artist I make it look good when I do it I ain't sleepin' 'till I 'bout done I'm a pusher so I move it, move it Fuck with me, I get the pack gone Trap addict, come back at it with bad habits Gotta wrap it in hard plastic before you blast it Problematic, I'm hog-hatted and never acted And before I was rappin' I made that bag happen For homies, they all know me, ain't nothing phony I be all on my lonely until there's macaroni I be all on my lonely I got that pack up on me The track running [?] and watch you leave holy West nigga, a fresh nigga with best buds I pressed niggas and blessed niggas who spread love They ain't knowing what this trap game really 'bout Running up another check, never running out Jack city, with mac with me, we moving quickly About a hundred-and-fifty I'm try'na move a city Trap artists, the hardest who try'na move with me Cause I'ma get it regardless, it really ain't no biggie I'ma get it regardless Wet weed, a cane, grit game retarded Look who does it the hardest A cold blood hustler, nigga, a grind artist I make it look good when I do it I ain't sleepin' 'till I 'bout done I'm a pusher so I move it, move it Fuck with me, I get the pack gone