TrapInCircles Lyrics – Traq Santana
Singer: Traq Santana
Title: TrapInCircles
Trap , Trap , Trap In circles
Don’t tick n#gg# , look
Tell a b#tch go crazy
Tell my n#gg# don’t play me trust on safety
808K sad#st, 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
n#gg#s tryna play to keep likе LA, came on a devilish ting on tunes
All black my Nike tuned, ya b#tch in the car you gone hear VROOM
SKRTT off of the block
I don’t bang but the feds on c#ck
They love seeing young n#gg#s 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 , n#gg#s ain’t tellin sh#t
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 n#gg#s don’t kno what’s a fist fight
Backdoor not locked from the inside b#tch #ss n#gg# we still never resigned
I’m a trap n#gg# , 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 b#tch go crazy
Tell my n#gg# don’t play me trust on safety
808K sad#st, 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 circlesYou might also like
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