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Trap Spot

Fredo Santana

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(Hook)
I grew up around some trap spots
Coming in, make sure them doors locked
This my spot, try to rob and get shot,
Them fiends pop know its money when them doors knock
Stole top, two words cook them one pot
Red dots, 30 shots and black blocks
The hood hot, move my spot to a new spot
Same block it's the crib with the cash lot
I got it late night around half guts

(Verse)
I grew up around some trap spots
Early mornings, late nights with it
Tryin to sleep I had to fight with it,
In the trap I had mice in it, in the plugs steady price shiffin
In the kitchen wgite wippin, fuck that was the right place
Old team hands on, yeah we love cake
Can't sit around and wait so we paper chase,
Wasn't never givin shit so we trapped the mate,
And sister you ain't giving yeah we quick to take
Taking trips over ease means bottom lake
I give 'em cash, he give me bags, then we split our ways
Trap spot shit, bitch I'm in the traffic day
I'm in the hood cash by just a block away
Stay strap you better play it safe
But the money with my life so I'm shooting if you try to take
Traps spot shit, bitch I'm in the traffic days
I bout the money with my life, I'm shoot you try to take

(Hook)
I grew up around some trap spots
Coming in, make sure them doors locked
This my spot, try to rob and get shot,
Them fiends pop know its money when them doors knock
Stole top, two words cook them one pot
Red dots, 30 shots and black blocks
The hood hot, move my spot to a new spot
Same block it's the crib with the cash lot
I got it late night around half guts

(Verse)
Real street nigga, I was born in the trap spot,
Mix and go, baggin rocks in the traffic spot,
You don't got the glock so, we don't keep this door lock
Gotta watch these faces, some of these niggas be cops,
Trapped about work, but really taking snap shots
That's why I keep a mask on, when I'm in the trap spot,
Try to rob me and I'm giving out face shots
My tracks still open, even when the jades hot,
Couple my switch house I don't do the same spot,
Eating noodles cooking dope, damn in the same pot,
First of the month, holiday if you're trapping hard,
Gotta be smart and you gotta have heart,
Keep it good when is dark, run upon me let it spark
See this trap life shit, made you bound to be a fellon
You ain't talking money you can't fit up in my schedule,
I'll let my money talk, but you put this pistol to your temple

(Hook)
I grew up around some trap spots
Coming in, make sure them doors locked
This my spot, try to rob and get shot,
Them fiends pop know its money when them doors knock
Stole top, two words cook them one pot
Red dots, 30 shots and black blocks
The hood hot, move my spot to a new spot
Same block it's the crib with the cash lot
I got it late night around half

(Verse)
I grew up in the trap house, one stove four pots
Cook the whole thing, until the turn rock,
Some prefer it in the microwave, I prefer a pot
How bout the whole brick nigga, I prefer a lot
Three hundred is a tame bitch, and we run the blocks,
We don't run up in the spots, let down I'll take the blocks
I'm doing biddy till I drop, count guap toll jobs
From your bitch I won't top, riding around foreign drops bitch
Catch me if you can, took with me you get shot,
You know play you'll get popped, I'm out here on the block,
Nigga lying man they not, I can trust em swear they caught
Snitch on me, you get shoot, man down fuck the ups,
Three hundred is the mob, and we some up trap stars
Three hundred all block, will be trapping non-stop.
If we're getting round the clock, will be all on the block
In the store, in the alley, tryin to get it round the clock.

(Hook)
I grew up around some trap spots
Coming in, make sure them doors locked
This my spot, try to rob and get shot,
Them fiends pop know its money when them doors knock
Stole top, two words cook them one pot
Red dots, 30 shots and black blocks
The hood hot, move my spot to a new spot
Same block it's the crib with the cash lot
I got it late night around half

(Verse)
I just went off on my command,
Caught a millie out from his neck,
Flexin like you want a lot of reject,
Bitch don't give me respect,
Seven thirty my way or get the tec
Kill them nigga for nothing but the set
Knew a fat cat, 2012 vet, exotic pet
Red bone wife, red bottoms and all that
What's next, kill the minivan, all black,
Now what's up? Make sure we all strapped,
Now we feelin limp, lights out savage you bout around
'Cause when we come to surveillance you a champ,
We gonna have to vamp,
Saucer say he got one hell of a camp
You give me your molly, a blunt and I'm out
8 Balls going from 1-50, straight drop, come f*ck with me,
High speed super dirty doing for 160
Big gun with me, 'cause I ain't going back.
I got a 40 on scale if I was on some crack

(Hook)
I grew up around some trap spots
Coming in, make sure them doors locked
This my spot, try to rob and get shot,
Them fiends pop know its money when them doors knock
Stole top, two words cook them one pot
Red dots, 30 shots and black blocks
The hood hot, move my spot to a new spot
Same block it's the crib with the cash lot
I got it late night around half

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