Dmoneyesko — Trapvibes

Ridin with the steamer Feelin like I’m jeeper Pop out wit the Mac from ya closet Ima creeper Always play defense No 2k Ima beat ya And the way you niggas rap Don’t hit my phone Don’t want no features Had to cut my hoe off She was on me like a leecher Schoolin all you niggas In this rap shit Ima ya teacher Catch me in the kitchen Wit my 30 and my beater Have a nigga dead wit his homie No 2 seater I be rolling wit the Glocks in the back Don’t get shot down I was angry when they had me in county Nigga on lockdown Pull up wit that fuckin drop top Knock his top down From the ville Started right from th bottom Nigga on top now Summer ends Pull up in a Benz Pocket full of bens Niggas plot Bitches do you wrong Nigga fuck a friend Pray to god He don’t leave my life and forgive my sins Shoot a dirty nigga like some clothes Casket is his bin Summer ends ima end a nigga summer Shorty said she need a nigga Ima treat her like no other Fuckin niggas mothers So I am a mother fucker Watch out Ima truck ya Like a soda pop Ima crush ya Cuffin I’m allergic Bitches nasty Ofc niggas dirty Talkin bout she flirting Loyal bitches I’m still out here searching Who he I ain’t heard of But I kno he dissin On a shirt now Drivin sippin dirty Feelin like chameleon Nigga drivin dirty Foreign swervin Bitch I’m duwap And you kno I get Guap If that bitch wasting time Tell ya cut off my clock Trapvibess That’s my nigga Finger itchin Squeeze the trigger Smoke yo homie in a swisher Drinkin lean man fuck the liquor