Spoof Trapland Pat (Ft. Tee Grizzley)

[Intro: Trapland Pat]
Yeah
[?]'s here
DC here
Ayy (Damn, 2 Side)

[Verse 1: Trapland Pat]
He keep 'bout fifty rounds when he slidin', he a drum dummy
Livin' like a jew, but this ain't new, I got that young money
Fly to the West, find a plug, get that drug money
Freeze dryin' up, I make it rain, this that flood money
And I don't need no damn scale to make no measurements
Gotta double check, you at the house, you better measure this
She called me up the first night, what a clever bitch
She asked me why I do it, I just do it for the hell of it
Believe what you wanna believe, what's to discuss
Five percent in this shit all around, I'm 'bout to bust
When you done seen most of your close friends change, who can you trust?
Heard he ain't do it, but I'm a different type of dude, I would of bust

[Chorus: Trapland Pat]
I never put my pipe down
My plug callin' for a band, I'm comin' right now
Done updated on that bitch, she ain't my type now
Just flew another bitch out, she on a flight now, yeah
Keys open doors, that's the reason niggas locked out
Trap spot look like road blocks, bring the blocks out
All my rich friends tryna shop, bring the clocks out
I swerve like Mayweather, but I still knock a nigga out