Trapvibes by Dmoneyesko Lyrics
Ridin with the steamer
Feelin like I’m jeeper
Pop out wit the Mac from ya closet
Ima creeper
Always play defense
No 2k
Ima beat ya
And the way you niggas rap
Don’t hit my phone
Don’t want no features
Had to cut my hoe off
She was on me like a leecher
Schoolin all you niggas
In this rap shit
Ima ya teacher
Catch me in the kitchen
Wit my 30 and my beater
Have a nigga dead wit his homie
No 2 seater
I be rolling wit the Glocks in the back
Don’t get shot down
I was angry when they had me in county
Nigga on lockdown
Pull up wit that fuckin drop top
Knock his top down
From the ville
Started right from th bottom
Nigga on top now
Summer ends
Pull up in a Benz
Pocket full of bens
Niggas plot
Bitches do you wrong
Nigga fuck a friend
Pray to god
He don’t leave my life and forgive my sins
Shoot a dirty nigga like some clothes
Casket is his bin
Summer ends ima end a nigga summer
Shorty said she need a nigga
Ima treat her like no other
Fuckin niggas mothers
So I am a mother fucker
Watch out
Ima truck ya
Like a soda pop
Ima crush ya
Cuffin I’m allergic
Bitches nasty
Ofc niggas dirty
Talkin bout she flirting
Loyal bitches
I’m still out here searching
Who he I ain’t heard of
But I kno he dissin
On a shirt now
Drivin sippin dirty
Feelin like chameleon
Nigga drivin dirty
Foreign swervin
Bitch I’m duwap
And you kno I get Guap
If that bitch wasting time
Tell ya cut off my clock
Trapvibess
That’s my nigga
Finger itchin
Squeeze the trigger
Smoke yo homie in a swisher
Drinkin lean man fuck the liquor
Feelin like I’m jeeper
Pop out wit the Mac from ya closet
Ima creeper
Always play defense
No 2k
Ima beat ya
And the way you niggas rap
Don’t hit my phone
Don’t want no features
Had to cut my hoe off
She was on me like a leecher
Schoolin all you niggas
In this rap shit
Ima ya teacher
Catch me in the kitchen
Wit my 30 and my beater
Have a nigga dead wit his homie
No 2 seater
I be rolling wit the Glocks in the back
Don’t get shot down
I was angry when they had me in county
Nigga on lockdown
Pull up wit that fuckin drop top
Knock his top down
From the ville
Started right from th bottom
Nigga on top now
Summer ends
Pull up in a Benz
Pocket full of bens
Niggas plot
Bitches do you wrong
Nigga fuck a friend
Pray to god
He don’t leave my life and forgive my sins
Shoot a dirty nigga like some clothes
Casket is his bin
Summer ends ima end a nigga summer
Shorty said she need a nigga
Ima treat her like no other
Fuckin niggas mothers
So I am a mother fucker
Watch out
Ima truck ya
Like a soda pop
Ima crush ya
Cuffin I’m allergic
Bitches nasty
Ofc niggas dirty
Talkin bout she flirting
Loyal bitches
I’m still out here searching
Who he I ain’t heard of
But I kno he dissin
On a shirt now
Drivin sippin dirty
Feelin like chameleon
Nigga drivin dirty
Foreign swervin
Bitch I’m duwap
And you kno I get Guap
If that bitch wasting time
Tell ya cut off my clock
Trapvibess
That’s my nigga
Finger itchin
Squeeze the trigger
Smoke yo homie in a swisher
Drinkin lean man fuck the liquor