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DJ L - Trapspot lyrics

[Intro: Lil Bibby]
Bibby frank, why they tried to rob her?
I got a job for you, meet me in the lobby

[Bridge: Lil Bibby]
Take my card
Trapspots, I got trapspots (I got trapspots)
Turn my momma house into a trapspot (to a trap, ay)
In my hood, sh** like Black Ops (sh** like Black Ops)
[Female]
(*oh my god, who's this? L B?*)

[Hook: Lil Bibby]
Look!
Shootouts in my hood, sh** like Black Ops
Turn my momma house into a trapspot
Ay, trapspot, I got trapspots
Look, trapspot, I got trapspots
Look, Margiela all kinda flavors (Maison Margielas)
You ain't tryna f**, b**h I'll see you later! (I'll see later!)
Ayy, look. Keep a Gat, that's a fact (that's a fact)
Ay, turn my momma house into a trap, ayy

[Verse 1: Lil Bibby]
You know I like a hood b**h, extra boujie
Took her from McDonalds, got that lil b**h eating sushi
Make her hold my toolie, we ain't going to no movies
Tell em even if you pay her, she ain't f**ing with no goofy
Look, cooling with my pluggie sniffing raw (sniff that sh**, ay)
Leaning with my shooters sipping raw, ayy
Lil shorty 19, I like her jaw. ay (I like her jaw)
Swear she swallow everything, man shorty raw. ay (she got a gift!)
My young-ins thirsty waiting on that call (on that call, ay)
I nod my head and they gon' knock ya off, ay (knock ya off, ay)
Shorty got an a** and it soft, look (and its soft, ay)
And she gon give her last to a boss, ay (to a boss)
On the e-way I'm just thinking about the past, how...
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Living with my momma I was f**ed up on my a**, how...
I was out of town, I made my momma sell my bags out
Bout to buy her that new whip, I know you like that Jag, ma
(get that whip, ay)

[Hook: Lil Bibby]
Shootouts in my hood, sh** like Black Ops
Turn my momma house into a trapspot
Ay, trapspot, I got trapspots
Look, trapspot, I got trapspots
Look, Margiela all kinda flavors (kinda flavors)
You ain't tryna f**, b**h I'll see you later! (later!)
Ayy, look. Keep a Gat, that's a fact (that's a fact)
Turn my momma house into a trap, ayy

[Verse 2: Lil Bibby]
(cookin') (cookin')
Cooking Ramen noodles out the crack pot
Tell me why I get hara**ed by the black cops
You could keep that, take my young-ins like them black Glocks
Goofy capping out the oneway, then he got shot
n***as sending threats but never see it through
Riding through the night, they start shooting at my vehicle
My young-ins need some work don't make me put a key one you
Pull up with them sticks now candles lit
Man, R.I.P to you

[Hook: Lil Bibby]
Shootouts in my hood, sh** like Black Ops
Turn my momma house into a trapspot
Ay, trapspot, I got trapspots
Look, trapspot, I got trapspots
Look, Margiela all kinda flavors (kinda flavors)
You ain't tryna f**, b**h I'll see you later! (later!)
Ayy, look. Keep a Gat, that's a fact (that's a fact)
Turn my momma house into a trap, ayy
(trap, ayy) (trap, ayy) (trap, ayy) (trap, ayy)

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