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Pull up to the trap
Peekin' out the peephole
Give you two shots
Like I'm shootin' free throws
Cubans on my neck
That's a lot of kilos
Pack touch down
So now I'm on reload
Pull up to the trap pull up
Peekin' out the peephole who that
Give you two shots bow bow
Like I'm shootin' free throws ha
Cubans on my neck Cubans
That's a lot of kilos kilos
Pack touch down it's here
So now I'm on reload reload
Federal federal fed uh uh uh 2 fed
Federal federal federal
Pull up in my trap car
Hit the trap house dishin' that dope out
Hop out with that stick out
Please don't trip out I might flip out
I know a Cuban he don't speak English
I need a translator
I need some better talk
Give me whatever I need on consignment
Told me to pay him later
Throw that shine yeah nigga
I heard the car pull up outside
I look at the blindfold
Who that who that
Yeah my stupid ass baby mama
Think I'm in here with side hoes
Stupid bitch
Bitch I'm in here with nine bows right now
Right now
You make a scene causing commotion
Trying to give me some time hoe
What you twelve or something
Walk in your trap and take over your trap feel like bankroll
Fresh
Come and take your shit repo gives me that
Make you take a shit
Hey hey
I'm so ahead of them check out my schedule
Gotten and moneybag oh that's 2 federal
F**k what they talking 'bout
I'm running up revenue
Go do the same that's what you better do
Pull up to the trap
Peekin' out the peephole
Give you two shots
Like I'm shootin' free throws
Cubans on my neck
That's a lot of kilos
Pack touch down
So now I'm on reload
Pullin' out the trap pull up
Peekin' out the peephole who that
Give you two shots bow bow
Like I'm shootin' free throws ha
Cubans on my neck Cubans
That's a lot of kilos kilos
Pack touch down it's here
So now I'm on reload
Moneybag and gutty 2 federal
It's like we got the cheat codes yup
We talk no more gangster shit and get money with chicos chicos
Cmg the label
And we distribute kilos kilos
And we'll spend your money on what
On foreign cars with two doors ugh
I'm 2 federal a nigga talkin' shit
You a little hater fit your carriage carriage
I'll f**k around and embarrass you
Hold up listen
Tell a nigga I made 20 million would you believe me
Young nigga told me made 100 000 I believe him
I was trap or die
Get rich or die trapping what else
Before I made cocaine music fire what else
Ran off on the plug with seventy five what else
I was robbing niggas runnin' with the gas
Young nigga grindin' trying to get a nap
Where the pints at
Everybody telling me to drop this shit now
The streets dry
Pull up to the trap pull up
Peekin' out the peephole who that
Give you two shots bow bow
Like I'm shootin' free throws ha
Cubans on my neck Cubans
That's a lot of kilos kilos
Pack touch down it's here
So now I'm on reload reload
Pull up to the trap pull up
Peekin' out the peephole who that
Give you two shots bow bow
Like I'm shootin' free throws ha
Cubans on my neck Cubans
That's a lot of kilos kilos
Pack touch down it's here
So now I'm on reload
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