Trap Spot D-Lo (Ft. Haiti Babii & Mozzy)

[Intro]
(DC Cash)
I think he died on a Monday
Ay, niggas be
D-Lo, look

[Verse 1]
Bitches be stalking, I'm still here, what I'ma leave for?
My brother [?] sell more weed than a green [?]
Sacramento, [?] fuckin' with a [?]
When the pigs caught me with a Glock, I was like "It's over"
I'ma pimp, pay for some pussy? That's miscellaneous
None of my niggas died at our hood store 'cause we the shadiest
Brim used to tax us for the Gerber's on a Sunday
Sucker got hit, I think he died on a Monday
Fred Durst, bitch, I'm limpin', get hit wit' Bizkit
It really hurt niggas feelings, snatchin' their bitches
Disrespect me and get hit with .40 like you ain't know me
In all black like I'm Luke but I'm Obi-Wan Kenobi, ay
She got a job but sell pussy on the side, ay
Ask her how much money she got now, I bet she lie, ay
Baby cocked, 19 with her own spot
Turned it to a trap spot
Got it out a crack pot, ay

[Chorus]
Got it outta, got it outta trap spot
Got it outta asshole
Got it off a crack pot, ay
Got it outta, got it outta the mud, man
She got it off the curb and she got it out the club like, ay
Got it out the, got it out the trap spot
Got it out the, got it out the trap spot, ay
Got it out the, got it out the trap spot
I got it out the, got it out the trap spot