ASAP - Traumatized lyrics

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ASAP - Traumatized lyrics

[Verse 1: Liquez] I couldn't give a f** what the judge said Im still pushing work screaming f** feds And that long nose spinner got enough lead n***a mind where you step or get drop dead 25 in the M and that's a d**h threat Scream 67k and that's enough said to get dead Yes im mad Liquez and im corrupted I got and cold heart and a hot head I won't think twice I just go get I do the mad ting I won't regret I back my shotty I never see dead Just remember that and I mean it [Verse 2: SJ] Original member man can't call me no prospect Me and bro always does this I see him get hit with an object I dont give a dam I'll bang that mash broad day in public Like what's all the banter for real let man no what's the subject Man bounce with the gauge yeah I try move sick with it When the boss comes in I get a pack and im flipping it Ram man snap we some pirate boys they just keep whipping it Don't lack get a mash move sick with it Tr's got packs in Lowes Tooks O.T with bros LD puts amm on the road gun plays fires of course Dim Dimma dat n***a moves low ASAP's kway in O Free Mloose dats bro I hope dat my bros [ ? ] Its real life the opps snaked my bros and they locked all the guys Yeah you better think twice Cah we still on the 6's and we still with the pipes Yeah they're wet like wipes They say they got theirs and they know I got mines You can try roll a dice But the luck ain't there and the skengs my type [Verse 3: ASAP] f** feds they got my n***as stressin' I fly cunch with a pack and flip it Im lurking with a ramsey catch a opp and fish Muthaf**a I don't lack I don't do slipping Bro got a gun habit always finger itching Im after a head shot when that spin spin hear crasheen n***as better duck dive and dasheen I move loads of work with my trap team Crack rocks and bad b Scribz came in with a box that smelt like a dead fox f** my mans girl that b**h gives dead top I give hookah leg then I leg off [Verse 4: LD] Whip that skeng out the coat like Shirley Feds keep locking my bedrooms up but we still tryna do man dirty Got a box from the plug but this ones peng like Birdie Wiseman said that I got to move low cah the fed try burn me try give me the thirty But I still put boxes of amm pon road deez feds can't tell me nothin' Smoke amm for my bros dats normal dey ain't gotta ask me nothin' Try leave man hashtag dead up and live life normal Dem n***as try run up on me joke ting hit him with a stick like a pool ball I pick up the skeng den I ride then I think about the jail stuff later Out here on a low serving food like a waiter [Verse 5: Dimzy] In my 4 door I do the dash Skeng in the 4 door truck tryna push man forehead back M 10 holes like 20 bells and it kicks of mad Watch him buckle and slip when them little crash through his back little shells crash through his back I fly O.T with packs On the M1 smoking the ammi spliff with that head so fat I ra** down spliffs like a rastaman but im a young black Af Trap trap man got light and dark in the cling fling wrap, in the cling wrap Big bells in dat dots No jingle bells when I bop On the M1 I got 63 grams in the car man a get that gone I hit Staines yeah I take mans grub Take mans car den I take mans gwop I was outside lurking round like a fox n***as talking like n***as ain't been shot n***as talking like n***as ain't been robbed Dip man down tryna rest mans opps