Letra de Mad - Trapland Pat

(Dizzy You Violated)

Ayy, ayy, go

Ayy

Empty out the drum, gotta fill it back up (Duh-duh-duh)

Nigga gettin' too close, gotta back up (Back up)

You ain't runnin' up shit, run them racks up (Racks)

Every boss gon' take a loss, pick the slack up

It's gon' get ugly

If I see a nigga tryna mug me

Mad 'cause his bitch tried to hug me

Mad 'cause his bitch tried to fuck me

I ain't had time, so I made the bitch suck me

If she get my time, then that means she got lucky

Pull up, gang tucky

Pull up, gang litty

Ain't no checkin' in with the mob in your bity

I can't show no sympathy, I can't show no pity

I ain't got feelings

But I made a killing with the stars in the ceiling

Once you cross that line, I don't want no dealing

Could tell I been hurt, but I really need healing

I ain't even rollin' right now, I'm chillin'

That's the type of shit that's gon' make a nigga relapse

Junkie hit my line, he gon' give a nigga feedback

Pass me the grabba, we done ran out of tree wrap

Hundred bands cash, I could tell you never seen that

And I don't talk money 'cause my people ain't rich yet

My people stuck in Haiti, I can't even much fix that

How you sip green? I can't even much sip that

She like an orange cone, how you still ain't hit that?

How you still ain't slide and then tell 'em send the drop?

I'ma show you how to ride on 'em

Hit her from the back, waist deep all inside of her

Then I kicked her to the curb, I done really got tired of her

Yeah, I had to switch rosters

I'm the real deal, all them boys imposters

Askin' me for cheese, right there where I lost her

If she ever cross me, she know it's gon' cost her

Imaginary friends, I ain't talkin' 'bout Foster's

I'm tryna pick it up, but the lean got me slow mo'

I don't need a squad, I can pull up dolo

BnB, we got these bitches screamin', "Yolo"

Up and down motion, she movin' like a yoyo

Nine millimeter, yeah, I'm ridin' with that Romo

Slidin' in the rented, she think that it's a stolo

Ever since I got here, nigga been on go mode, go

Ayy

Empty out the drum, gotta fill it back up (Duh-duh-duh)

Nigga gettin' too close, gotta back up (Back up)

You ain't runnin' up shit, run them racks up (Racks)

Every boss gon' take a loss, pick the slack up

It's gon' get ugly

If I see a nigga tryna mug me

Mad 'cause his bitch tried to hug me

Mad 'cause his bitch tried to fuck me

I ain't had time, so I made the bitch suck me

If she get my time, then that means she got lucky

Pull up, gang tucky

Pull up, gang litty

Ain't no checkin' in with the mob in your bity

I can't show no sympathy, I can't show no pity

Ayy, ayy

I can't show no pity

With the mob in your bity

Ayy, yeah

Ayy (Yeah)

Duh-duh-duh

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