Lyrics Trap or Die - Manning Allor

FlawGang

You Gonna Help Us Out

Got drunk off the Moet
Joe Muir with the gang
Yea we just spent the whole check
Mo money mo problems
No lackin
I'm keeping a stick where the door at
You already know that
Sig on me thats no lack
Server good got no lag
Love the way that bitch blow back
Caught a script of that drank
And I pour that
Backwoods stuffed
You know I rolled that
Bad bitch on me
Love the way she throw that
Money too big
No I can't fold that
In the club throwin money
Like its a snow globe
She got coke nose
In SouthWest eating tacos
Sippin lean I poured a ocho
Exquisite is how I'm livin
If it aint about the money I'm distant
Yea I'm really in the game you scrimmage
I'm boxing
You sparring
We different
I want a rari to dip in
Pair of the Cardis they glisten
Money on my mind its the mission
That's why I tatted the FlawMoneyChicken
Too much dip on my chip shit
Bought her YSL now she ain't trippin
Young nigga bout his business
Everything I say I lived it
Bout get my Jeep a new lift kit
Shit I dreamed of as a lil kid
Dyed my hair blonde
Now I'm goin super Saiyan
This shit off the dome
Every verse that I'm layin
People be hating
The time is awaited
We'll see who gon make it
Fake niggas die
Real niggas multiply
He a pussy nigga
I can see it in his eyes
All bark no bite
Niggas really won't slide
Know one see me with the stick
Till I sneak him
Shuck n Jive
Pour up
I'm off of the cup and I'm high as a kite
More Drugs
Too high
Make 7 drive
Jesus take the wheel
Cuz this nigga too high
When I pulled up
I be on my Edgar Allor vibes
Not home enough
I been tryna stay inside
Gettin to the money
Feel like Jeezy
Trap or Die
Know that nigga a bum
See right thru his design