Traq Santana - TrapInCircles lyrics
[Traq Santana - TrapInCircles lyrics]
Trap, Trap, Trap In circles
Don’t tick nigga, look
Tell a bitch go crazy
Tell my nigga don’t play me trust on safety
808K Sadist
Born like this got multi Ms in the makin
Had meals wit the maze in
12 done up his chop to my face not Asian
I had a dream, it’s dark, tryna get light
Ain’t talm bleaching faces
I like my drip off, white like Ross
Pissed that I didn’t get to work wit Virgil
LV cloth in the OT spot
Run and jump on the light like hurdles
Popped me a x my mind been lost
Codiene Stomach vomit purple
He stuck on a bag for weeks
Smoking on profit trap in circles (TIC)
Gold rush in the Pyrex whip
I’m psycho all of the beats i murdered
Hang my nuts cah I kno I’m the greatest
I ain’t evеr wrote no statements
Niggas tryna play to keep likе LA
Came on a devilish ting on tunes
All black my Nike tuned
Ya bitch in the car you gone hear vroom
SKRTT off of the block
I don’t bang but the feds on cock
They love seeing young niggas in cuffs
Add speed to make it non stop
I’ve lost some friends to taking white rock
Ciroc in my cup, this a medical blunt
A jit, niggas ain’t tellin shit
I admit, i was lost tryna get lit
Balenci fit jus makin me drip like
I need stars on my neck like a no light
Midnight niggas don’t kno what’s a fist fight
Backdoor not locked from the inside bitch
Ass nigga we still never resigned
I’m a trap nigga, and i got a
Bad one from the east side thottin
Off M got the white girls boppin still
Off percs like there ain’t no option
So high like I married poppin
Wanna smoke up better off no coughing never
Show love to a drop kick
Saved the game like Batman robin
Talkin crazy made me toxic
Took the pack I’m rearranging dangerous
Food this ain’t no dropship
Tell a bitch go crazy
Tell my nigga don’t play me trust on safety
808K Sadist
Born like this got multi Ms in the makin
Had meals wit the maze in
12 done up his chop to my face not Asian
I had a dream, it’s dark, tryna get light
Ain’t talm bleaching faces
I like my drip off, white like Ross
Pissed that I didn’t get to work wit Virgil
LV cloth in the OT spot
Jump and run the light like hurdles
Popped me a x my mind been lost
Codiene Stomach vomit purple
He stuck on a bag for weeks
Smoking on profit trap in circles
Don’t tick nigga, look
Tell a bitch go crazy
Tell my nigga don’t play me trust on safety
808K Sadist
Born like this got multi Ms in the makin
Had meals wit the maze in
12 done up his chop to my face not Asian
I had a dream, it’s dark, tryna get light
Ain’t talm bleaching faces
I like my drip off, white like Ross
Pissed that I didn’t get to work wit Virgil
LV cloth in the OT spot
Run and jump on the light like hurdles
Popped me a x my mind been lost
Codiene Stomach vomit purple
He stuck on a bag for weeks
Smoking on profit trap in circles (TIC)
Gold rush in the Pyrex whip
I’m psycho all of the beats i murdered
Hang my nuts cah I kno I’m the greatest
I ain’t evеr wrote no statements
Niggas tryna play to keep likе LA
Came on a devilish ting on tunes
All black my Nike tuned
Ya bitch in the car you gone hear vroom
SKRTT off of the block
I don’t bang but the feds on cock
They love seeing young niggas in cuffs
Add speed to make it non stop
I’ve lost some friends to taking white rock
Ciroc in my cup, this a medical blunt
A jit, niggas ain’t tellin shit
I admit, i was lost tryna get lit
Balenci fit jus makin me drip like
I need stars on my neck like a no light
Midnight niggas don’t kno what’s a fist fight
Backdoor not locked from the inside bitch
Ass nigga we still never resigned
I’m a trap nigga, and i got a
Bad one from the east side thottin
Off M got the white girls boppin still
Off percs like there ain’t no option
So high like I married poppin
Wanna smoke up better off no coughing never
Show love to a drop kick
Saved the game like Batman robin
Talkin crazy made me toxic
Took the pack I’m rearranging dangerous
Food this ain’t no dropship
Tell a bitch go crazy
Tell my nigga don’t play me trust on safety
808K Sadist
Born like this got multi Ms in the makin
Had meals wit the maze in
12 done up his chop to my face not Asian
I had a dream, it’s dark, tryna get light
Ain’t talm bleaching faces
I like my drip off, white like Ross
Pissed that I didn’t get to work wit Virgil
LV cloth in the OT spot
Jump and run the light like hurdles
Popped me a x my mind been lost
Codiene Stomach vomit purple
He stuck on a bag for weeks
Smoking on profit trap in circles