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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cuz Lightyear
Cuz Lightyear
Performer
Bryan Jones
Bryan Jones
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bryan Jones
Bryan Jones
Songwriter
Dominique' Jones
Dominique' Jones
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
SKUFL
SKUFL
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Draco in the AMG in case you pussies play with me
That's your opinion, I don't agree
You salty, that's ok with me
If that's your bitch, you want your bitch
Then keep your bitch away from me
All work, no sleep, SSDD
It's same shit, different day for me
[Verse 2]
Trap just like the Waffle House
I'll fix it right in front of you (Trap)
Trap just like hibachi
Yeah, I'll fix it right in front of you (Trap)
Traps look like designer
Yeah, I'm dead fresh when I'm servin' you
Extendo got a .223 for each and every one of you
[Verse 3]
Yellow gold on all my teeth
I smile, it look like Pikachu
I'll hit the trap and disappear
Won't see me for a week or two
My bitch got on some bloody shoes
I'm Crippin', all my sneakers blue
These snitches out here fishin'
So 'C' careful who you speakin' to
[Verse 4]
Drugs in my soda got my body movin' slower
'Cause I fuck with you don't mean I fuck with you
Bitch, I'm bipolar
I was different, born a misfit
Flipped the script when I got older
Money motor, 6-0 soldier
Can't stop, won't stop, always rollin' (Trap)
[Verse 5]
Trap just like the Waffle House
I'll fix it right in front of you (Trap)
Trap just like Habachi
Yeah, I'll fix it right in front of you (Trap)
Call me Traperace Bando
Speak for me, my numbers proof (Trap)
Caught me, but can't keep me
Take my fingerprints and turn me loose
[Verse 6]
Ain't even playin' no games
So I went three hundred on all them dudes
Big ol' 4x4, Saint Laurent could bounce a truck
I know you ain't no blunt
But if you roll up, we gon' light you up
I wouldn't give a fuck, I got my pistol out in every club
I got these drugs for real, for real
I got like five carats in my ear
All that bitch money fly, I'm for real
I know she thinkin' I took a pill
Look how I get it and know Baby got stamina
I'm tryna fuck up your mind
We can go diamond shoppin' off in India
Make sure they one of a kind
I got on two six-figure watches
I can't be wastin' no time
They take my kindness for weakness
Fuck it, I'm drawin' the line
I just poured a four off in my soda
Police pull me over
What's the odor? I don't know that nothin' but gas
[Verse 7]
Trap just like the Waffle House
I'll fix it right in front of you (Trap)
Trap just like Habachi
Yeah, I'll fix it right in front of you (Trap)
Traps look like designer
Yeah, I'm dead fresh when I'm servin' you
Extendo got a .223 for each and every one of you
[Verse 8]
Trap just like the Waffle House
I'll fix it right in front of you (Trap)
Trap just like Habachi
Yeah, I'll fix it right in front of you (Trap)
Call me Traperace Bando
Speak for me, my numbers proof (Trap)
Caught me, but can't keep me
Take my fingerprints and turn me loose
[Verse 9]
(Trap)
(Trap)
(Trap)
(Trap)
Written by: Bryan Jones, Dominique' Jones
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