lirik lagu paperboytripz - svr
[intro]
(bah, bah, bah)
svr pullin’ up
step into the party and they look at us
never broke again
yo
[chorus]
svr pullin’ up, you know i got my strap
got my hoodie up, step into the party and they look at us
trap phone callin’, all them kitties stay callin’ us
never broke again, in the tizzy cookin’ up
got a wap, what’s the cost? need some t~~th, need some rounds
turn this cocaina soft, told the fiends, “we in town”
cookin’ frank with maroc, turn the t into pounds
luger 9s in the glock, before we leave we plan it out, yo
[verse]
hit the t, break a 4s, turn it eight, i need the cash
you can call me for the ‘caine, see my runner in a flash
put a 4s to the face, take a pic for the ‘gram
really came up off a eight, now it’s a brick when i stamp
cocaine with the mag’, i just stuff in the bag
they be talkin’ on the ‘net, but they was running from the gang
on my slime sh~t, even got it tatted on my hand
i ain’t talkin’ on the p~ssies, man, just pull up, let it bang (pull up)
pull up, it’s a svr, every time i’m cuttin’ through
b~tches talkin’ on my name, it’s funny, but it’s nothin’ new
when you get your cake up, b~tches start loving you
i get the drop, bring my youngin’, now we runnin’ through
used to cycle on the pavement, now we slidin’ round the range
i can show you ’bout my stainless, in the kitchen, slap a brick
now i’m feelin’ like i made it
shorty wanna f~ck me ’cause i’m lit, got my song up in her playlist
uh, i don’t know about the rap ’cause my trap phone beatin’ off
when i turn this phone on, ain’t the only time i’m seein’ prof’
i know they mad, sixteen, they were sleepin’ on
my ex~b~tch hurt, i know she burnin’, now she feelin’ lost
pull up, let it, bap (bap, bap)
trap giddy, b~tch, i trap
she thought she felt the d, she felt the strap
i can’t take her to my crib, i might take her to the flats
said, “this trap money, baby sh~t, all i know is slap”
[chorus]
svr pullin’ up, you know i got my strap
got my hoodie up, step into the party and they look at us
trap phone callin’, all them kitties stay callin’ us
never broke again, in the tizzy cookin’ up
got a wap, what’s the cost? need some t~~th, need some rounds
turn this cocaina soft, told the fiends, “we in town”
cookin’ frank with maroc, turn the t into pounds
luger 9s in the glock, before we leave we plan it out, yo
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