Lyrics Quite Frankly - Trapland Pat , Luh Tyler , BLP KOSHER
We
came
through
the
Bronx
Home
run
they
think
we're
with
the
Yankees
Raw
Paper
championship
ring
I
got
it
on
my
pinky
If
you
don't
see
Luh
Tyler
then
the
Kosher
n---a
quite
frankly
Trap
done
went
and
ran
them
racks
up
he
just
was
dressin
janky
I'm
in
the
booth
me
and
Trap
on
that
gas
man
this
shit
stank
Got
yo
bitch
in
here
and
she
throwin'
ass
he
keep
sayin'
spank
me
These
n---a
they
ain't
tryna
get
no
bag
I
don
know
what
they
think
N---a
I
ain't
tryna
make
no
friendships
cause
they
get
to
sinking
Hopping
out
on
feet
Passion
Pit
I
Take
a
walk
Machine
gun
stay
by
my
side
like
I'm
Megan
Fox
Them
boys
playin'
air
guitar
bitch
I
really
rock
Spody
and
luh
jojo
in
the
cut
That's
a
butchers
block
I'm
with
Luh
Tyler
no
Creator
of
Future
turning
bright
Under
my
shirt
that
shining
armor
only
hitting
licks
at
night
That's
a
dog
fight
breaking
that
shit
up
like
Dana
White
Jew's
name
was
Mike
Cook
he
let
me
cook
and
pass
the
mic
Jitterbug
jittery
I
aint
buggin'
they
some
lice
Long
nights
up
in
that
yota
I
had
to
make
a
sacrifice
They
disrespected
til
they
saw
I
blew
up
now
they
actin
right
We
be
shinin'
bright
The
opps
mad
flexing
moissanite
My
side
bih
from
Brooklyn,
pull
up
from
that
3
Hit
the
net
another
booking
N---as
mannhattin'
quit
cappin'
for
we
hook
them
Don't
understand
why
they
hatin'
on
my
chances
when
I
took
them
All
them
hoes
on
my
roster
so
bad
but
I
don't
whoop
them
All
my
n---a
doin
good
but
all
my
bitches
bad
Man
I
swear
these
hoes
be
for
the
team
and
they
be
getting
passed
See
you
ran
you
up
a
lil
cash
but
that
ain't
finna
last
I
be
staying
in
my
lane
and
I
ain't
nothing
like
you
n---a
Man
my
n---a
he
insane,
he
got
a
button
on
his
pistol
I
hit
that
n---a
bitch
like
it's
nothing
bet
he
miss
her
I
just
jumped
up
on
a
mic
and
I
took
off
l
missle
I'm
a
big
dog
to
you
n----s
bet
they
call
me
mister
Can't
get
your
bitch
off
me
she
see
these
diamonds
and
these
crystals
I'm
a
snap
any
time
you
put
me
on
the
instrumental
Look
at
my
neck
that
bitch
on
froze
It
get
cold
like
December
Believe
what
you
see
not
what
you
heard
cause
it
ain't
in
vain
Twenty
five
thousand
grams
of
swappery
I
zoe'd
the
strain
Think
my
Cali
bih
been
tryna
go
skiing
cause
of
tyler
chain
25
aint
gon
make
the
cut
for
that
Johnny
Dang
I
could
show
you
how
to
make
the
ends
meet
if
it
ain't
circulation
You
gon
have
to
really
lock
in
use
your
concentration
If
a
n---a
say
he
run
Deerfield
that's
exaggeration
Ski
done
beat
that
hat
bout
the
Z
he
ain't
even
hatian
Pat
told
me
stay
from
around
a
trick
he
ain't
Odell
Cash
rules
everything
around
me
like
the
Carvel
Amy
Winehouse
I'm
sippin
cherry
in
the
motel
Sir
smoke
a
lot
a
lot
of
opps
Half-baked
Dave
Chappele
Speedin
to
that
cheese
in
Saint
Pete
but
I'm
not
rushin
Woot
da
woo
just
slid
to
pine
tree
with
a
baker's
dozen
He
was
stretching
shit
before
the
fame
like
he
Danny
Duncan
Catch
em
outback
and
imma
fry
em
that's
a
bloomin
onion
1 The Nac 3
2 Wicked Miracle
3 2000’s Baby
4 Fools Gold
5 Cheese Touch
6 Nightmare up North
7 Special K
8 Emo Jit
9 J’s & Z’s
10 Expensive Gas
11 Quite Frankly
12 Endless (feat. DJ Premier)
13 Miami Rainbows
14 Hawk 900
15 Open Your Mind
16 Another World
17 Smoke to the Garden
18 Water to the Grave
19 Gravity
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