Brayhate - Trapjump
Guns going blazing, we make the trap jump (trap, trap, jump, jump)
Bitch, I'm not your man, I can see your man a bum
Serving all the feins till the trap look like a dump
I just wanna geek till I'm retarded and dumb (what the f-)
★ verse ★
She love it when the 808s jumping
She love it when her nigga get to thumbing
We gon jump him
We get the trap jumping like a spider
We get Draciesha singing like Mariah
Tryna make homemade drank, tryna mix it in a vial
My niggas jumping out the trap, disguises
They gon kill him, they gon light him
Guns going blazing, we make the trap jump
Trap jump, rap jump, I'm a junkie having fun
Nevеr give a fuck bout rap, only give a fuck bout drugs
Tryna geek up like a slut, mix thе Roxy' with the Runtz
I got killers in Iraq, they tryna take a nigga hate
In New York I set up traps, in Milan I set up traps
Schedule II Franchise niggas, we gon mob them
I don't care if he dyslexic, we gon rob him
He said he got an issue, I think we got a problem
Someone call Draciesha, I bet that nina can solve it
Guns going blazing, we make the trap jump
I feel like a Jew how I'm stacking up my funds
I don't want love, bitch, you know we here to fuck
She call me the doctor how I rearrange her guts
★ outro ★
My niggas chilling in the trap house
My niggas chilling in the drug house
Bitch, we looking for that cash cow
Send me all the bread through CashApp, guns, percs, racks
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{intro} Guns going blazing, we make the trap jump (trap, trap, jump, jump) Bitch, I'm not your man, I can see your man a bum Serving all the feins till the trap look like