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Trap Fashion Freestyle Lyrics

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Trap Fashion Freestyle by Big Scarr




Trap Fashion Freestyle
Man, I just drive fast
Yeah
(Who the f**k is that guy? Banga)

Fifty-round drum, shootin' shots like I'm Zach (Zach)
Ballin' on you niggas, can't get a rematch (Get back)
Dope boy Nikes, white tee just to match (Dope boy)
Nigga run up on me, chopper make him get back (Get back)
Ride around town bendin' curbs in the Scat (Yoom)
Get up with the plug, make him put 'em in the back (In the back)
Carbon 15, got one in my jacket (My jacket, yeah)
These niggas basic, yeah, I'm way above average ('Bove average)
Leprechaun, ghost, snow bunnies, and the carats (The carats)
To the money and the streets, yeah, nigga, I'm married (I'm married)
Double R gang 'til the day that I'm buried
Niggas send shots, on the gang, we ain't worried
These niggas diss on the internet, ain't really into that
I don't need no polices sharin'
Tryna come spin on my block 'til them shots hit your car
Now your folks beggin' for some endurance
Say you wan' go, it's a go, well, let's do it
They jammin' they gun, you done already blew it (Done blew it, done blew it, yup)
Say you gon' do this and that, nigga, do it (Let's do it)
Whatever hood I'm in, nigga, I'm good (I'm good)
Real big dog, let's get that understood

I had to trap just to make sure I'm good
Finessin' for profit, point-eight if I could
My lil' niggas robbin', put them on a jugg
Bump stock on the Carbon, ridin' 'round through the hood (Hood, yup, yup)
These niggas broke, I can tell that they jealous (Jealous)
Designer shoes on, whack a nigga in Giuseppes (Giuseppes)
Say he got the plug, get the pack when I'm ready (It's gone)
I don't want the b**ch, I'ma hit her when I'm ready (She gone)
I don't hang with gang 'cause we heard you niggas tellin' (Niggas tellin')
Double R the gang, for the shootin', I'm a felon (Felon)
Automatic Glock, so I gotta shoot it steady (Shoot it steady)
I don't wanna do the mail, nigga, don't mail it (Don't mail it)
Vacuum seal the P's, then I put 'em in the Chevy (In the Chevy)
Back up on the road, hope the dogs don't smell it (Don't smell it)
If 12 get behind me, yeah, you know they gotta catch me (Can't catch me, won't catch me, nope)
Trap look like Thriller, bankroll full of Jacksons (Them Jacksons)
You ain't havin' sh*t, nigga, stop all that cappin' (That cap)
I was paid in the streets way before I was rappin'
Free Leek, he ready to go on a bounty (Slatt)
Nothin' but headshots if you slide through the county (Splatt)
Post at AB, yeah, that's where you can find me (Yup)
Two 20 Glocks, I'm on two different timings (Timings)
'Bows for the low, nigga, better come tap in (Tap in)
Rockin' these shows, then re-up with the backend (Backend)
Real trap nigga, I'm not with the cappin' (Cappin')
Dissed on a post 'til we caught him in traffic (Traffic)
No need to run, yeah, this chopper shoot rapidly (Rapidly)
Dope in my fist, but I'm smokin' on rapper weed (Rapper weed)
No, I can't go, I stay close to my frenemies (Frenemies)
These niggas copy, they really my mini-mes (Mini-mes, feelin' me)
Blu-Ray the diamonds, they clear like a DVD
Feel like John Cena, these niggas ain't seein' me
How is you gang, then you work with the agency?
No more bologna, it's steak when I'm catering (Catering)
Broad day, we slide on your block like a skating rink (Skating rink)
Ride around with it, it's a bag full of jellybeans (Jellybeans)
I went straight to the top, that's the reason they envy me (Envy me)

That b**ch feelin' me (b**ch), yup
Yup, yup, yup, yup

Fifty-round drum, shootin' shots like I'm Zach (Zach)
Ballin' on you niggas, can't get a rematch (Get back)
Dope boy Nikes, white tee just to match (Dope boy)
Nigga run up on me, chopper make him get back (Get back)
Ride around town bendin' curbs in the Scat (Yoom)
Get up with the plug, make him put 'em in the back (In the back)
Carbon 15, got one in my jacket (My jacket, yeah)
These niggas basic, yeah, I'm way above average (Lil' boy)
Leprechaun, ghost, snow bunnies, and the carats (The carats)
To the money and the streets, yeah, nigga, I'm married
Double R gang 'til the day that I'm buried
Niggas send shots, on the gang, we ain't worried
These niggas diss on the internet, ain't really into that
I don't need no polices sharin'
Tryna come spin on my block 'til them shots hit your car
Now your folks beggin' for some endurance
Say you wan' go, it's a go, well, let's do it
They jammin' they gun, you done already blew it (Done blew it, done blew it, yup)
Say you gon' do this and that, nigga, do it (Let's do it)
Whatever hood I'm in, nigga, I'm good (I'm good)
Real big dog, let's get that understood




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