Trap Queen remix

Verse 1 Jeffyyy_300:
I'm like hey, what's up, helloo
Mr gettin bands, kicking open yo door
Up this bitch on fake niggas then they hit the damn floor
Fly guy u kno how I be rockin anymore
I be layin u ppl down ain't no Range Rover
I ain't flexin I be stacking up my flow
Perfect yo passion nigga u ain't gon be livin no more
Specie if I shoot u up yeah like I'm Rambo
Uh, fly ass niggas in ya crib will lite u up no dance floor
And I'm in love wit my bby
I be sellin dough then come home to a kiss from my bby
And lemonade yeah ima wife dis honey
Sweeter than urs ain't no cuttin my bby
Yeaaahhhhuh, looked in the eyes of my bby
I told her I love her I would die for u bby
Yeaaahhhhuh, had that bag on me yo
Don't trust no niggas they walk out on u like a padio
Door, yeah they ain't real so u gotta watch them for a long time, let them go
Ain't no feelings on ya hoe
That was a mistake I got my baby ya kno (uhuuuh)
Remember my back in the day when brother raised me in the slums back when
My OG shot up in the kitchen
Yeah I had to live up wit my kitten
Fed her then I didn't get no sentence yeah that's remission
U gotta, find a girl who's loyal n get her to stay around with ya
Yeah treat that bitch right just like a soul plane hit ya
But I'm happy wit my baby yeah and now my crew say “I wanna ride with ya”
Kicking open doors n takin money they say “ion wanna fuck with ya”
(Boom Boom Boom)
Closed casket when they say “I'm sorry for not believing yous a real niggah”
Ay ha, ain't no lies when my mouth open
Perfect my passion when I'm swerving wide open
Yeah I be, gettin that sticky
When I feel offended I call up my bro n say “ay yo blicky”
I be slidin hollow tips in my clip counting that's fifty
Extendo when I be bustin out clips B
Ay, and I be kissing my boo when I tote them tools
Yeah she be on the kitchen sink
Fucked her n that pussy wet and u know that pussy pink
Flexing ain't on no ex's yeah I be gettin green
Ain't no homo when I tell u I don't smoke n ion drink
My baby just like me yeah that's the motto ain't no Charlie Stink
Fighting if goofy ain't got no tools, yeah just like a boxing ring
Two things bout me: don't fuck wit me or my fam-i-ly
Me n broskinem toting bannana clips just like a ape be free
Ain't no planet yeah them apes stay locked up in the fucking zoo
You ain't cool just cause u just got a boo
Niggas hating throw'em in that garbage bag then toss'em like a fool
Didn't used to come alone yeah I had hella dudes
They stayed by my side until they broke my rule
(Click clack, bahhh)
Sonning u just like a daddy do
I'm so fly ain't have no parachute
Yeah I got it cracking no vegetable soup
Like a loop I get lost fast no fucking clue but I be killing you
My baby fine she ride with me just like a flashy crew
I jump on u dis ain't no kangaroo and no pursue but I kill you n have blood on my hands just like one of my tattoos
My baby riding flirting she and me be fly like Zeus
After that I be rapping on the mic, I scare u n make u tie that rope round ya neck just like a fucking noose
Ain't no truth, when you lie just like a damn boot
For sale, like a damn root
Ain't no talking bitch we shooting just like a fucking group
(Bah Bah)