WYA Starlito & Trapperman Dale
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[Intro: Starlito]
Let the BandPlay
Ahh
Grind hard
They done fucked up before they looked up
I done ran it up
Bruh hand me my hammer, it's right there by that Fanta (Ayy)
Damn bruh I thought I seen something moving on the camera
[Verse 1: Trapperman Dale]
Aye, hella high, 50 inch screen televised
What you televised just for telling guys (Ayy)
This bullshit, that we selling guys (Ayy)
Hard called, we got several guys who got several ties
We won't set aside (Ayy)
Never had to go and tell a lie
Unless the rent due, (Yeah) or the sack high (Gone)
(Ayy) Hit the field like Pacquiao
Can pack it out, but I'm in traffic now
Trying to track it down, before they track it down (Whoo)
Got a hundred round, after hundred round (Brrra)
Broke ain't ya, probably need a pound
Probably need a fix, just to buckle down
Too petty for ya own good
If I ever front ya, I'll probably have to run ya down (Ayy)
Put a four in the blender, by breakfast my check was Right there by the dishes (Ayy)
I'ma grind till I get it
From halfs to zips, to zips to chickens (Ayy)
Ten steps ahead of that hoe
I already remix what I sent 'em (Ayy)
Shit you gotta charge it to the game
We all out here playing the victim
Let the BandPlay
Ahh
Grind hard
They done fucked up before they looked up
I done ran it up
Bruh hand me my hammer, it's right there by that Fanta (Ayy)
Damn bruh I thought I seen something moving on the camera
[Verse 1: Trapperman Dale]
Aye, hella high, 50 inch screen televised
What you televised just for telling guys (Ayy)
This bullshit, that we selling guys (Ayy)
Hard called, we got several guys who got several ties
We won't set aside (Ayy)
Never had to go and tell a lie
Unless the rent due, (Yeah) or the sack high (Gone)
(Ayy) Hit the field like Pacquiao
Can pack it out, but I'm in traffic now
Trying to track it down, before they track it down (Whoo)
Got a hundred round, after hundred round (Brrra)
Broke ain't ya, probably need a pound
Probably need a fix, just to buckle down
Too petty for ya own good
If I ever front ya, I'll probably have to run ya down (Ayy)
Put a four in the blender, by breakfast my check was Right there by the dishes (Ayy)
I'ma grind till I get it
From halfs to zips, to zips to chickens (Ayy)
Ten steps ahead of that hoe
I already remix what I sent 'em (Ayy)
Shit you gotta charge it to the game
We all out here playing the victim
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