C.M.L. - TRAP SPOT lyrics
[C.M.L. - TRAP SPOT lyrics]
I'm in the zone
Niggas hate me 'cause my money long
Got your bitch up in the thong
'Bout to fill her with this bone
You keep blowing up her phone
Asking when she coming home
She just left you all alone
She ain't did nothing wrong
With that million dollar man
Kicking shit like Jackie Chan
I'm just thumbing through these bands
Bitch I'm cooler than a fan
Gucci loafers in the sand
We can't fuck if she ain't paying
Got a billion dollar brand
I'm just sticking to the plan
Got Versace on my shades
Nigga smoother than some suede
Plotting on me, get you sprayed
Turn your dreads to a fade
Buck a nigga with this gauge
They just let me out the cage
Came home and had it made
Now I kick rappers off the stage
Niggas know what I'm about
I'm the hottest nigga out
Keep my name up out your mouth
'Fore these bullets hit your house
30 gang, we in the South
Run up on me, boy I doubt
Niggas trying to get some clout
But, I don't never see 'em out
'Cause, I chop a nigga down like a flat top
Fold a nigga right in half like a laptop
You got a problem with me nigga
Keep your strap cocked
Got your baby mama naked in my trap spot
'Cause, I chop a nigga down like a flat top
Fold a nigga right in half like a laptop
You got a problem with me nigga
Keep your strap cocked
Got your baby mama naked in my trap spot
Your baby mama in my stash house
Twerking with her ass out
Fuck her 'til she pass out
Now you know what Lav 'bout
Always on the cash route
Chopping on the fast route
Candy apple glass house
Ain't too much to brag 'bout
She know I'm the nigga man
Ain't nobody bigger man
Play with me I kill a man
Then I do my killer dance
Welcome to my stash house
Yeah we got some killer grams
Banging with my flag out
Waiting 'til my killers land
Should of seen me last night
Shining like a flashlight
Flexing with this money on me
Nigga this that bag life
Doing what I want to do
'Cause niggas know my bag right
Big body Porsche all black but the Jag white
Super Bowl ring on had to put my team on
Shorty on my ding dong got me as a ring tone
Big Bank Hank cash Money got my cheese long
Your man fucking up
I got a shoulder you can lean on
'Cause, I chop a nigga down like a flat top
Fold a nigga right in half like a laptop
You got a problem with me nigga
Keep your strap cocked
Got your baby mama naked in my trap spot
'Cause, I chop a nigga down like a flat top
Fold a nigga right in half like a laptop
You got a problem with me nigga
Keep your strap cocked
Got your baby mama naked in my trap spot
'Cause, I chop a nigga down like a flat top
Fold a nigga right in half like a laptop
You got a problem with me nigga
Keep your strap cocked
Got your baby mama naked in my trap spot
'Cause, I chop a nigga down like a flat top
Fold a nigga right in half like a laptop
You got a problem with me nigga
Keep your strap cocked
Got your baby mama naked in my trap spot
Niggas hate me 'cause my money long
Got your bitch up in the thong
'Bout to fill her with this bone
You keep blowing up her phone
Asking when she coming home
She just left you all alone
She ain't did nothing wrong
With that million dollar man
Kicking shit like Jackie Chan
I'm just thumbing through these bands
Bitch I'm cooler than a fan
Gucci loafers in the sand
We can't fuck if she ain't paying
Got a billion dollar brand
I'm just sticking to the plan
Got Versace on my shades
Nigga smoother than some suede
Plotting on me, get you sprayed
Turn your dreads to a fade
Buck a nigga with this gauge
They just let me out the cage
Came home and had it made
Now I kick rappers off the stage
Niggas know what I'm about
I'm the hottest nigga out
Keep my name up out your mouth
'Fore these bullets hit your house
30 gang, we in the South
Run up on me, boy I doubt
Niggas trying to get some clout
But, I don't never see 'em out
'Cause, I chop a nigga down like a flat top
Fold a nigga right in half like a laptop
You got a problem with me nigga
Keep your strap cocked
Got your baby mama naked in my trap spot
'Cause, I chop a nigga down like a flat top
Fold a nigga right in half like a laptop
You got a problem with me nigga
Keep your strap cocked
Got your baby mama naked in my trap spot
Your baby mama in my stash house
Twerking with her ass out
Fuck her 'til she pass out
Now you know what Lav 'bout
Always on the cash route
Chopping on the fast route
Candy apple glass house
Ain't too much to brag 'bout
She know I'm the nigga man
Ain't nobody bigger man
Play with me I kill a man
Then I do my killer dance
Welcome to my stash house
Yeah we got some killer grams
Banging with my flag out
Waiting 'til my killers land
Should of seen me last night
Shining like a flashlight
Flexing with this money on me
Nigga this that bag life
Doing what I want to do
'Cause niggas know my bag right
Big body Porsche all black but the Jag white
Super Bowl ring on had to put my team on
Shorty on my ding dong got me as a ring tone
Big Bank Hank cash Money got my cheese long
Your man fucking up
I got a shoulder you can lean on
'Cause, I chop a nigga down like a flat top
Fold a nigga right in half like a laptop
You got a problem with me nigga
Keep your strap cocked
Got your baby mama naked in my trap spot
'Cause, I chop a nigga down like a flat top
Fold a nigga right in half like a laptop
You got a problem with me nigga
Keep your strap cocked
Got your baby mama naked in my trap spot
'Cause, I chop a nigga down like a flat top
Fold a nigga right in half like a laptop
You got a problem with me nigga
Keep your strap cocked
Got your baby mama naked in my trap spot
'Cause, I chop a nigga down like a flat top
Fold a nigga right in half like a laptop
You got a problem with me nigga
Keep your strap cocked
Got your baby mama naked in my trap spot