Gucci Bandana TRAP-MIX by Q Da Fool Lyrics

[Intro]
Q da Fool
Trap Fever
Pakk Boyz
PBG mane
Y'all know what the fuck we do
Gang, gang
These niggas ain't really trappin' mane
They fakin' it til they make it
But we in there all day
Gettin' that money mane
Gang

[Chorus]
In the kitchen we cookin' up
Countin' this money now I got a papercut
Pakk Boyz don't play with us
I [?] the plug, and they go and they [?]
PRPs, True Religion
In designer I trust
PIP, True Religion
In designer I trust
[Verse 1]
I'm flexin' my double G
Bullets be faster than muhfuckin' bumblebees
I trap with my brovas, that's straight on my brova
These niggas is snakes and they eat the cheese
I see your man, I beat your man
You lucky I ain't smoke your man
These niggas is dykes
They don't turn no pipes
I call 'em Juwanna Mann
You lucky my llama jam
We stay in that kitchen related to pots and pans
Rush hour, I'm sellin' out
Flip a ounce, call me the jugg man
That nigga be smokin' dirt (Ugh!)
I call him the trash man
Pack came from Afghan
Hoes was fine, now you doin' handstands

[Chorus]
In the kitchen we cookin' up
Countin' this money now I got a papercut
Pakk Boyz don't play with us
I [?] the plug, and they go and they [?]
PIP, True Religion
In designer I trust
PIPs, True Religion
In designer I trust