Traplanta (feat. BL$$D) - Vinnie Vast & Anxire

Deskhop make it drop, yeah Oh Lord, Jetson made another one I fuck up the money counter Fuck on that ho, then give her right back, I ain't got no manners We pull up with chops, they tryna pop, I bet they like candles Nine to five, with Gucci socks, I'm drippin' in Traplanta Pops on the block with a big Glock, yeah, we in Traplanta What was you doin'? What would you say? We in Traplanta What was you payin'? I'm servin' them Js, boy, in Traplanta We get paid, homie, we get laid, homie I'm with real right hoes who ain't gon' change on me I got real shooters, won't say no names, homie I know a real bully, you can't tame, homie In a NASCAR, fast car, that's a track hop Vibed out with nothin' but broads (Huh) Goddamn, broke the money counter (Huh) Got my name, we don't care 'bout cameras (Huh) He get that dope back, call 'em Arm & Hammer (Huh) Shit, that's all I'm sayin', I'm signin' all the deals, nigga, I don't even want the plan Have you ever seen that molly color khakhi pants? Keep on playin', I bet your brother be dyin' in your hands I'm with DYN, I'm spazzin' off the Xans I fucked up the money counter I fuck on that ho and give her right back, I ain't got no manners We pull up with chops, they tryna pop, I bet they like candles Nine to five, with Gucci socks, I'm drippin' in Traplanta Pops on the block with a big Glock, yeah, we in Traplanta What was you doin'? What would you say? We in Traplanta What was you payin'? I'm servin' them Js, boy, in Traplanta We get paid, homie, we get laid, homie Trap house, fuck this shit, I'm ridin' in the trap house My momma askin' for it, so I tad off, give her what she want, it don't matter (Woo) On the stove, we mixin' a brick, tricks of bein' a hunter I know a nigga that tricked a bitch, that boy two many hookers If he ever play with them racks, shit, he gotta be a dummy Yeah, I know my folks gon' tat some, so I load up my number Yeah, I'm in Traplanta, yeah, we pour some many fours in the fuckin' Fanta Boy, I know you fuckin' told, I cannot stand ya So you better watch for your trust, nigga, Traplanta Fuck a ho, we don't lust, nigga, Traplanta I fucked up the money counter I fuck on that ho and give her right back, I ain't got no manners We pull up with chops, they tryna pop, I bet they like candles Nine to five, with Gucci socks, I'm drippin' in Traplanta Pops on the block with a big Glock, yeah, we in Traplanta What was you doin'? What would you say? We in Traplanta What was you payin'? I'm servin' them Js, boy, in Traplanta We get paid, homie, we get laid, homie