Tommy Slime - Trap Mafia II

3months ago, they lock up my gang
44 dawgs it’s still in my head
I stay on the low, listen to fred
I sip overdose my lyrics on point

I trap for a living ma guy
I rep for ma city on god
You niqqas ain’t trapping nolie
I’m runnin with gorillas squad
I stand for the gang no cap
I’m coming so hard like penetration
I shock you niqqas like electricity
Ma gang at ma back like some allergies
I’m calling for bang where is makaveli ?
Hey maka , buss at yo opp and burst en belly
Show no mercy, wo nnyɛ mercy johnson

I’m featuring omar, you know r2bees
They refuse to be broke that’s why i fuck with mugeez
The whole gang meeting then i’m sorting police
Cuase i still got hurt when they lock all my gees
Free up paperz and free up maleek
Thеy hijack no cars, they supposed to be freed

I’m ticking thе bars like kwadwo sheldon
I’m going to mars, with out no rockets
I’m trying to farm for john dumelo
This niqqas be cheap than nsawam boflot

Since i nyom she ain’t left me alone, sweet in de blow
She dialing ma phone, she want fuck on the low
Raised in the killers zone yɛbɛ kwashey wo bro they killing 'em folks

Sofo ma country been going so nut
Adwen no bon oman no ayɛ hot
Omo yi no low na omo ashyɛ no tough
From top to down me nyinaaa yɛ kpo
Woka wo yadeɛ aa na yɛ ma wo doze
This trappers be funny like weezy en jokes
Fuck fanta, i wanna sell some coke
I see what you think, but i’m never on drugs

It’s 60 degrees i’m bringing the heat
I’m trappin at least,i’m living for free
What ain’t meant to be was meant to be
This money and fame was meant to be

Ma yung niqqa buss a patek
The next of the day, his killers were 10
I fuck with nba like the niqqa ben 10
Your friend has a friend so tell me your friend?
Frends of enemies , enemies of friend
This street so sad , i don’t have a friend
Rest in peace ma niqqa alex,i wish you with me but jah jah no best

All this money for yeezy’s and tequila, carter
Free up the geez and free up adija, palmer
I’m on 3 good rolls no boka , amnesia

You niqqa’s s be buggin a lot
I trap for a living ma dawg
I’m trapping on jesus on god
At the top i refuse to come down

Pussy boy looking so dump
He snitch on me, he looking so john
I delete and block,that niqqa a frog
He always they hop
Og give me the glock,i shoot at the opp
Ma killi them giving no chance we ready fi war
Running man down from asylum down

Where we grind up they ain’t support my shit
But all i know is to grind up
Give me one chance, i go murder this rappers non stop like obidipon and still trap

Fuck their bars, i’m at kanta back
Even if ano blow, i still might trap
You see the swag, there’s flex in the rap
I was born in the trap selling party drugs

Kanta those days when we selling rags
It’s been 10 old years i been listening 2 pac
R.i.p ovox and dd and dad
One of niqqa’s die in killers attack