Kirblagoop Trap Lyrics

[Hook]
Trap Money (x3)
Hood Money (x3)
Double up, with the pack going dummy
Boy's sweet (?)
Trap Money (x3)
Hood Money (x3)
Double up, with the pack going dummy (Goin' stupid)
Boy's sweet (?)

[Verse 1]
No money spent, I fucked your bitch
I pay my rent off your bitch
2 thots, 6 hoes in the Cadillac
No breaks on this boom fucking kit kat
It don't matter where I'm at I'mma keep it
Rappers Vegas, I'm Ferris (?)
Don't repeat it, If you see it, Keep your mouth closed
Let me hear you speak, oh noes, get your brains blown
Shop never close, always open
Always smoking, all this totem, purple pourin
Leaned up, put the track in a 2-4
I don't hear shit you sayin, I'm too high fool
Caked up, Baked up, Betty Crocker (I'm a Baker)
(?)
Doing purple, free my fucking brother Slikk
Fuck the police, they always on my dick
Down south florida, where I come from
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