Spoof

[Verse 1: Trapland Pat]
He keep ’bout 50 rounds on his line he a drum dummy
Livin’ like a jew because they know I got that young money
Fly to the west find a plug, get that drug money
Freeze dryin’ up I make it rain it’s that flood money
And I don’t need no damn scale, to make no measurements
Gotta double check you at the house you better measure this
She called me up the first night, what a clever bitch
She asked me why I do it I just do it for the hell of it
Believe what you want to believe, what’s to discuss
5% in this shit all around I’m ’bout to bust
When done you seen most of your close friends change who can you trust
Heard he ain’t do it but I’m a different type of dude I would of bust

[Chorus: Trapland Pat]
I never put my pipe down
[?] callin’ for a band I’m comin’ right now
The [?] on that bitch she ain’t my type now
[?] yeah she on a flight now (Yuh)
Keys open doors that’s the reason niggas locked out
Trap spot look like roblox bring the blocks out
All my rich friends tryna shop bring the clocks out
I swear like Mayweather but I still knock a nigga out

[Verse 2: Trapland Pat]
Don’t get me started I’m a dealer I’mma deal your card
I really got it what you need you [?]
The dog of the row he say the Zs really run the yard
I told [?] just chill when he done he gon’ be a star
Went and got some property through the realtor
Could a got a car
The way these niggas really make wishes they’d done seen a star
You need to tell you daughter tone it down better pop a bar
Play the game so [?] play the game raw
Hold on, these niggas think they anime
Confrontation Friday spin a nigga block Saturday
They had a viewing on the Sunday [?] which one was a Saturday
Riding wit that light machine gun, this a latter day
Climbin’ a nigga tree I’m in the branches I’m just blending in
Momma told me hit my knees and pray, but I just sin again
I been taking losses all my life, one day I’mma win
[?] made em press 1 he got spoofed again
[Verse 3: Tee Grizzley]
Ey don’t play wit no nigga that ain’t bout to play witchu
I can’t wait to get this money lil’ bro can’t wait to shoot
They ain’t let us in the door that’s why you see us breaking through it
And I was robbin’ niggas knew I was gonna face whoever moved
Ask about me in my city nigga I’m a beast there
He was talking crazy in the club, went to sleep there
We can’t catch you we gonna catch your peoples we don’t be fair
Keep it real when these niggas see me they low-key scared
Can’t pay me to cross none of my niggas, I ain’t CP3
I’m in Texas 500 shots me and TBG
Put a hole in a nigga the size of a DVD
I’mma tell her I don’t know you just to fuck, is you gon’ keep it P
I be at my best when I see my niggas eat
I keep thanking God cause he keep bringing me peace
I spend my last just to see my niggas free
We ain’t talking shopping when we gonna on a spree

[Chorus: Trapland Pat]
I never put my pipe down
[?] callin’ for a band I’m comin’ right now
The [?] on that bitch she ain’t my type now
[?] yeah she on a flight now (Yuh)
Keys open doors that’s the reason niggas locked out
Trap spot look like roblox bring the blocks out
All my rich friends tryna shop bring the clocks out
I swear like Mayweather but I still knock a nigga out