Trapland Pat – Routes

Trapland Pat – Routes Lyrics

Artist: Trapland Pat
Song: Routes

Scribing
A guy by the name of “PepperJack Zoe
I run the routes like the city transit
Just give the routes to Trapland, he don’t never panick

Stack that money to a palmer, then you ruber band it
Just rode a alley to a youngin, watch a n#gg# slam it
Don’t need a drop-top, I rather get a panoramic
I seen the square, and I knew just who I wanted to be

Say you a hustler? Then it’s best you get close to me
Come to class, let me school you on that recipe
Been gеttin’ cheese, so that really ain’t a flex to mе
Most these n#gg#s sound real, they be so fake

Throw the doggy in the blender like a milkshake
I got exotic p#ss#, know that I got cheap weight
When I was down bad I couldn’t even sleep straight
I’m steady havin’ weird drugs, like, who you ‘posed to be?

I seen them change so I cannot let ’em close to me
I hear ’em talkin’, but, they all just some ghost to me
Say the fetty all green, but, that look dope to me
Curry got a dude slept off the Dom Ps
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Release Year: 2022