Trap Low 24 Shell Cases On The Floor Lyrics By DLU Kemp. Trap door 24 shell casings on the floor I up it and let it blow, yea I got this under control Choppers with laser sights, in the dark they all glow.
Trap Low 24 Shell Cases On The Floor Lyrics
Trap door 24 shell casings on the floor
I up it and let it blow, yea I got this under control
Choppers with laser sights, in the dark they all glow
I aim and I dump the clip, that bi^^h sounds like it might explode
I’m riding with dark tint, i’ll shoot if you start sh^t
This chopper holds about sixty, it’s gonna leave you armless
Can’t love cause i’m heartless, i’m filled up with darkness
He talking about killing me, but I know that he’s harmless
We got them 30 rounds, them 50’s, and hundreds too
Bankroll that’s in my pocket got nothing but hundred blues
They follow what I do, they watching all of my moves
They want to be just like me, it’s monkey see monkey do
This Is Why I’m Hot, i’m colder than papa dot
You get it because he froze when Eminem threw them shots
Got rich off of selling pot, and trust me I sold a lot
I’m finally getting bands, my pockets filled up with knots
I’m hot like a summer day, i’ll kill you a hundred ways
My snipers will knock you off before you can step my way
Can’t tell you my legal name, want money you keep the fame
Won’t spare nobody’s life, you dead if I start to aim
Spin his block with a chopper, won’t be calling a doctor
If you wanna disrespect me i more than likely will pop you
Pop ecstasy with some vodka, no i’m not into drama
I’ll just shut my own mouth and smoke all my marijuana
My flow on this something else, paid 350 for my belt
Got MCM, Ferragamo, and Louie V off the shelf
I got it all by myself ain’t asking you for your help
Yea I got left for dead, I ain’t trusting nobody else
I just need me a bag and a 30 round loaded mag
So I can go visit my opps and make them bleed like the rag
I barely know my own dad and no that sh^t isn’t sad
Cause if he hadn’t have left who knows what life I would have
Promise i’m fully paid rock Jordans made out out of suede
Choppa hit him with heat, I call it Dwayne Wade
I think i’m going in I swear this sh^t going viral
The only reading i’m doing is some scriptures out the Bible
I used to have to rob my instincts were pure survival
And your homie dead bi^^h there’s no point in checking his vitals
So This Is Why I’m Hot i’m trapping straight out the spot
The police are on my a^^ with what little proof that they got
No I ain’t getting caught, i’d rather be dead and shot
Dudes really in there snitching and sending their bros to rot
So This Is Why I’m Hot i’m trapping straight out the spot
The police are on my a^^ with what little proof that they got
No I ain’t getting caught id rather be dead and shot
Dudes really in there snitching and sending their bros to rot
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