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lirik lagu yg teck – trap mode

[intro: yg teck & pooh shiesty]
brrr
big brrr
you heard me, say you heard me
trap mode, yeah
you hear me clearly, you see me, clearly
yes
(deemarc got that heat)

[verse 1: yg teck]
i got like a fifty ball in these track pants
i just bought my b~tch dior and some stack pants
one thing about these grams, i’ma tap~dance
i be in the trap still getting backends
you know i’m a dope boy, b~tch i sell smack
got on palm angels in a h~llcat
it’s like i turnt up when i fell back
i put sixes all in some gel caps
i was sellin’ grams all off that loaner
my sh~t clippin’ i done got my phone up (bang)
i made a buck~thirty off a brick of coke in a drought, thanks to corona (that yola)
sweatsuit season, i been in that mode, huh
talk all that trap sh~t, you ain’t sold nothing (yeah)
guns in ya’ close friends, ain’t gon’ blow nothing
ain’t tryn’ hear a b~tch mouth like she know something (ha, ha)
playin’ with that paper, i knew i was gon’ be something (playin’ with it)
coming out with sticks like we can’t see nothing
made a dub yesterday, i’m tryna re~run
it really ain’t no limit to who i can become (no)
got on baccarat the b~tch fell in love
ridin’ out delaware just about a dub
i’m in the louis store, with h~lla chrome hearts on
prolly smelling like h~lla drugs
[chorus: yg teck]
trap mode, trap mode (trappin’)
i really beat up them backroads (the backroads)
f~ck you mean you ain’t coming out? it’s sweatsuit season, it ain’t that cold (whew)
trap mode, trap mode (trap mode)
a b~tch’ll get clipped if she act bold (easy)
i ain’t got sh~t for n0body
all winter, that boy back in trap mode
trap mode, trap mode (hustlin’)
ain’t poppin’ out, i’m in trap mode (no)
hunnid after hunnid, see you n~ggas in the summer (a hunnid)
that boy back in trap mode (back in trap mode)
trap mode, trap mode (trap mode)
need rubber bands, i’ma stack more (yeah)
i do this sh~t every winter, ninety~day grind (ye~ye~ye~yeah)
n~gga, i’m in trap mode, trap mode

[verse 2: pooh shiesty]
trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
i walk around lettin’ them racks show
sneak the choppa in the club through the back door (brr, brr)
i’m in love with my mac, we mad close (mad close)
do the dash on the jet, there go five~oh
if i stand up to chopp, we bout five~fo’
automatic stick, hit with my eyes closed
how you cuff her? this supposed to be our ho
in the back with a cutter and blindfolds
stack the bread and go slide on the weekend (the weekend)
they don’t know who to blame, they say we did it (we did it)
i’m the one ’cause violence in my city (in my city)
b~tch, i’m big, mr. pooh, not p. diddy (nope)
hundred~fifty~something shots, that’s three titties (brr, brr)
ar double clip hold two sixties (brr, brr)
it’s really cold in the booth, but my heat with me (my heat with me)
with my little brother boo, keep ski with me
stand on the couch throwing signs [?][2:00]
all that dissing on the camp how he went missing
want another one, finger won’t stop itching
posted in the trap where the junkies won’t stop twitching
know the type to get scary when whop with me
coming through, spinning so much, they block dizzy
trap hoes got wap come shop with me
[chorus: yg teck]
trap mode, trap mode (trappin’)
i really beat up them backroads (the backroads)
f~ck you mean you ain’t coming out? it’s sweatsuit season, it ain’t that cold (whew)
trap mode, trap mode (trap mode)
a b~tch’ll get clipped if she act bold (easy)
i ain’t got sh~t for n0body
all winter, that boy back in trap mode
trap mode, trap mode (hustlin’)
ain’t poppin’ out, i’m in trap mode (no)
hunnid after hunnid, see you n~ggas in the summer (a hunnid)
that boy back in trap mode (back in trap mode)
trap mode, trap mode (trap mode)
need rubber bands, i’ma stack more (yeah)
i do this sh~t every winter, ninety~day grind (ye~ye~ye~yeah)
n~gga, i’m in trap mode, trap mo~

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