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Crack & Haze (feat. Ready Rah) Video (MV)




Performed By: Yo Trap
Language: English
Length: 2:18
Written by: Yo Trap
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Yo Trap - Crack & Haze (feat. Ready Rah) Lyrics




I get paid to trap, I manage bowls, got runts up on the label
We was sellin' crack and haze, my cousin turned it to a label
Walk up in the spot, you gon' see pounds on the table
And you ain't takin' shit, you'll get a hole like a bagel

Big blunt, face you, hop out, spank you
Took his bitch in March and gave her back around April
Used to wait for junkies every first of the month
Now it's pound juggs, I'm puttin Trap City in a blunt

Ten piece on ya nugg, lil Durk, now this ain't what you want
Do it myself, I'm a hot car spinnin, tryna face him like this blunt
Real, real trap nigga, I ain't gon' wife his bitch, I'm just gon' take his hoe
Yuddy got the 50 shot, that shit tall, as a eight-year-old

He was talkin' shit, leavin' the spot, so he ain't make it home
All my niggas train to, all my niggas train to go
And we all sturdy, bitch is 930
Left with a clean gun, shit came back dirty

Shades, Versace, food, hibachi
When I move, don't watch me, more chops than karate
Gettin' head while I'm on the phone, I feel like Tommy
F*ck me while your man in jail, I won't tell nobody

Free my Y9 hommie, members caged up for a body
I got shooters in D.C., she went to D.R. to change her body
Slumped him, left in a vacant, or just walk down like I'm
Four pockets, on full, still lil' baby to my mama

I put tears in her denim, when we f*ckin' its papi, don't know her mama
Try to count me out, stupid niggas don't know math
Stand up nigga, think I get it from my dad
Walked outside, said you better get a bag

Still makin' the hood look good, trap these niggas when I'm sad
F*ck we look like sharin' chains, all my niggas got they own
I'm still in that f*ckin' chair, rest you niggas watch the throne
F*ck we look like sharin' ice, all my niggas got they own

I'm still in that f*ckin' chair, rest you niggas watch the throne
I get paid to trap, I manage, bowls got runts up on the label
We was sellin' crack and haze, my cousin turned it to a label
Walk up in the spot, you gon' see pounds on the table

And you ain't takin' shit, you'll get a hole like a bagel
Big blunt, face you, hop out, spank you
Took his bitch in March and gave her back around April
Used to wait for junkies every first of the month

Now it's pound juggs , I'm puttin Trap City in a blunt
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English

I get paid to trap, I manage bowls, got runts up on the label
We was sellin' crack and haze, my cousin turned it to a label
Walk up in the spot, you gon' see pounds on the table
And you ain't takin' shit, you'll get a hole like a bagel

Big blunt, face you, hop out, spank you
Took his bitch in March and gave her back around April
Used to wait for junkies every first of the month
Now it's pound juggs, I'm puttin Trap City in a blunt

Ten piece on ya nugg, lil Durk, now this ain't what you want
Do it myself, I'm a hot car spinnin, tryna face him like this blunt
Real, real trap nigga, I ain't gon' wife his bitch, I'm just gon' take his hoe
Yuddy got the 50 shot, that shit tall, as a eight-year-old

He was talkin' shit, leavin' the spot, so he ain't make it home
All my niggas train to, all my niggas train to go
And we all sturdy, bitch is 930
Left with a clean gun, shit came back dirty

Shades, Versace, food, hibachi
When I move, don't watch me, more chops than karate
Gettin' head while I'm on the phone, I feel like Tommy
F*ck me while your man in jail, I won't tell nobody

Free my Y9 hommie, members caged up for a body
I got shooters in D.C., she went to D.R. to change her body
Slumped him, left in a vacant, or just walk down like I'm
Four pockets, on full, still lil' baby to my mama

I put tears in her denim, when we f*ckin' its papi, don't know her mama
Try to count me out, stupid niggas don't know math
Stand up nigga, think I get it from my dad
Walked outside, said you better get a bag

Still makin' the hood look good, trap these niggas when I'm sad
F*ck we look like sharin' chains, all my niggas got they own
I'm still in that f*ckin' chair, rest you niggas watch the throne
F*ck we look like sharin' ice, all my niggas got they own

I'm still in that f*ckin' chair, rest you niggas watch the throne
I get paid to trap, I manage, bowls got runts up on the label
We was sellin' crack and haze, my cousin turned it to a label
Walk up in the spot, you gon' see pounds on the table

And you ain't takin' shit, you'll get a hole like a bagel
Big blunt, face you, hop out, spank you
Took his bitch in March and gave her back around April
Used to wait for junkies every first of the month

Now it's pound juggs , I'm puttin Trap City in a blunt
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