written by: Christopher Maurice Brown; George Ramirez
Trappster On Da Beat
Yah, all these pills I can't hear what you say
Drugs, all these drugs, yeah *****
Goin' to the moon, beam me up
Smokin' high ****
Gas, smokin' gas, the fire ****
I'm runnin' plays, I'm connected with the plug
Huh, olé, olé, olé, my compadre
My homies loco when they shoot you out in broad day
It ain't no easy bag, cause speakin' ain't the hard way
Olé, olé, olé, I just found out the play
Got my ***** all on his line sendin' his location
You must think you slick, huh
Pull up with the stick
Revolver, hollow shells, so you won't find out who did it
Disappear like Houdini
Drop the top, that's a magic trick
3 Lamborghinis, you **** wiggas on they rentin' ****
Cool as ****, through it all the foolish ****
You know I got the Rugers here, tools aswell
Get it, thats a 30 clip
All these pills I can't hear what you say
Drugs, all these drugs, yeah *****
Goin' to the moon, beam me up
Smokin' high ****
Gas, smokin' gas, the fire ****
I'm runnin' plays, I'm connected with the plug
Huh, olé, olé, olé, my compadre
My homies loco when they shoot you out in broad day (out in broad day)
It ain’t no easy bag, cause speakin' ain't the hard way (ah eh oh)
Wakin' up, I'm feelin' like I'm Pablo (Pablo)
I got some partners with the duffle like I'm Ralo (damu)
I got some partners who gon' pull up with them hollows
Your ***** gon' send me your location from your iPhone (prr)
Pull up in the trenches (pull up in the trenches)
Wigga, pull up with the stenches (pull up with the stenches)
I keep pulling out of them ******* (yuh)
I got the sauce and I'm drippin' (woo)
Im dripped in designer, call me Big Tymin, I'm just being honest
We got it on us, we pull up in Hondas
You don't want the drama, you talk to your honor (yeah)
All these pills I can't hear what you say (Cyril)
Drugs, all these drugs, yeah *****
Goin' to the moon, beam me up
Smokin' high ****
Gas, smokin' gas, the fire ****
I'm runnin' plays, I'm connected with the plug
Huh, olé, olé, olé, my compadre
My homies loco when they shoot you out in broad day
It ain't no easy bag, cause speakin' ain't the hard way
All these pills I can't hear what you say?
Drugs, all these drugs, yeah *****
Goin' to the moon, beam me up
Smokin' high ****
Gas, smokin' gas, the fire ****
I'm runnin' plays, I'm connected with the plug
Huh, olé, olé, olé, my compadre
My homies loco when they shoot you out in broad day (Cyril!)
It ain't no easy bag, cause speakin' ain't the hard way (Wayne!)

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