Lyrics Trap Muzik - Doe B

I was 12 years old, trappin out mama house
750 for a O, 900 for a pound
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We was posted on the corner, standin with that lama out
Waitin for the short pussy nigga with that drama by
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I had whole pound fair back when I was 13
My country boy was getting them bitches to me dirt cheap
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I'm talkin parking lot action, stuntin at the front street
Cutlass prime down on 4, flexin hard with Lil Phee
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Way before these niggas even start talking bout finesse
Bitch I was on that ten, tricky niggas will admit
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Way back on give em hand, had that bitch going HAM
Prefer to hit the town, 50$ for a gram
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Back when me and Lil Goonie used to be in Buckingham
Talkin razorblade action selling Nothing hunnid slams
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Thousand dollar dice games, bet 100, shoot 100
At the same time the doors swinging cell phone jumpin
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In a way we were straight, boy Lil Fez still blowin money?
Paint wet, motor runnin, ace on the port cutlass
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I remember when Queetie and Lil Mars was par
Rest in peace to Chevy D, one time for Willy Park
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I done seen little daddy do some numbers on that south
And a nigga still at it, my little nigga just got out
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Cervacade, that bitch still doing numbers
And we got what you need, little G just said, pull up on em
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300 stacked fat, 3-6 figure Z
I'mma get money off of rap when you come home lets eat
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Tell em free my nigga Tito, boy you took one for the team
When your come home I gotcha and I put that shit on Heat
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Told Maineasy, take it easy, best believe God gotcha
And motherfuck the feds, tell them bitches free my uncle
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Told Huck I wasn't gon get him out da streets when I first met him
Fuck what them niggas talkin Homie you a real nigga
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