Duwap Kaine - Sega Trappin lyrics
[Duwap Kaine - Sega Trappin lyrics]
Niggas be some copies
Why these niggas lovin' thotties?
Niggas wanna watch me
Niggas wanna fuckin' plot on me damn
Young Duwap at the trap for the allowance
Got a bad bitch
I took her home and now I'm drownin'
Shorty got a fat ass
Yeah that booty bouncin'
Yes I thank God for the
Bands that I'm countin'
Higher than a plane
I take flight on the mountains
Wake up in the morning just
To see my accountant
Niggas sneak dissin' on the goat
I won't allow it run up in his crib
Take everything 'cause I'm childish
Rollin' up blunts, back to back
You know I keep this Mac (Keep this Mac)
I blow it to yo' back (Yo' back)
It's gon' crack yo' neck (Crack yo' neck)
Ayy, wait a minute (Wait a minute)
Let me put some weed up in it
(Some weed up in it)
Ayy, ayy, don't get offended
(Don't get offended)
Ayy, you want some beef I'll send it, yuh
Bitch my chopper
Doing doing doing, hit's in a red Ferrari
I'm off the lean, and I'm off the molly
Dr-Drivin' crazy in a Mazerati
Bad-Bad bitch with' designer shoes and a
Big booty and a nice body
Maga-Magazine clips, got the blunt dipped
And I got the pistol with' the shotty
Fly-Flyin' high like a seagull
My niggas tote desert eagles
You pull up it's over
My chopper gon' act evil
Pop a nigga like a pimple, aye
Shoot it straight at his temple
My-My bullets gon' sizzle
Man Iswear this shit too simple
My diamonds frosty like a igloo
My clips shootin' on triple
My-My wrist so icy, it look like a crystal
I bought a dime, but I smoked a nickel
My pistol blowin', it sound like a whistle
Why these niggas lovin' thotties?
Niggas wanna watch me
Niggas wanna fuckin' plot on me damn
Young Duwap at the trap for the allowance
Got a bad bitch
I took her home and now I'm drownin'
Shorty got a fat ass
Yeah that booty bouncin'
Yes I thank God for the
Bands that I'm countin'
Higher than a plane
I take flight on the mountains
Wake up in the morning just
To see my accountant
Niggas sneak dissin' on the goat
I won't allow it run up in his crib
Take everything 'cause I'm childish
Rollin' up blunts, back to back
You know I keep this Mac (Keep this Mac)
I blow it to yo' back (Yo' back)
It's gon' crack yo' neck (Crack yo' neck)
Ayy, wait a minute (Wait a minute)
Let me put some weed up in it
(Some weed up in it)
Ayy, ayy, don't get offended
(Don't get offended)
Ayy, you want some beef I'll send it, yuh
Bitch my chopper
Doing doing doing, hit's in a red Ferrari
I'm off the lean, and I'm off the molly
Dr-Drivin' crazy in a Mazerati
Bad-Bad bitch with' designer shoes and a
Big booty and a nice body
Maga-Magazine clips, got the blunt dipped
And I got the pistol with' the shotty
Fly-Flyin' high like a seagull
My niggas tote desert eagles
You pull up it's over
My chopper gon' act evil
Pop a nigga like a pimple, aye
Shoot it straight at his temple
My-My bullets gon' sizzle
Man Iswear this shit too simple
My diamonds frosty like a igloo
My clips shootin' on triple
My-My wrist so icy, it look like a crystal
I bought a dime, but I smoked a nickel
My pistol blowin', it sound like a whistle