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Trap Dickey ft. BigXthaPlug - No Love (Visualizer)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Trap Dickey
Trap Dickey
Vocals
Uncle Sam
Uncle Sam
Programming
BigXthaPlug
BigXthaPlug
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Travis Mark' Anthony Dickey
Travis Mark' Anthony Dickey
Songwriter
Savalas Means
Savalas Means
Songwriter
Xavier Landum
Xavier Landum
Songwriter
Mark Scola
Mark Scola
Songwriter
Douglas Shawe
Douglas Shawe
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Uncle Sam
Uncle Sam
Producer
Milan Beker
Milan Beker
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Racks, pull it out, we got it on us
Strap, we keep a mask like corona
Packs, touchdown Green Bay
Ten bands, one play, I'm having green like a farmer (boom)
These **** lie bout the shit they do
But tell the truth to Your Honor
These **** trippin, tender
Losing their bitch like
Roll up exotic, don't roll up no bud
Fuck 12, we got the switch in the club
Don't talk to me like you're best friends with the plug
Don't talk to me like you be slangin them drugs
I'm straight from the bottom, still hangin with thugs
Criminals, please, don't throw no subliminals
Hangin with **** I know who'll get rid of you
Strike em fast, lightning, Pikachu (boom)
We havin real racks, plentiful
4k, we goin digital
Opps, these **** motherfuckin pitiful
Drop em, this **** thought he was bulletproof
These **** straight hoes, talking bout what he was finna do
Or talk about what he was gonna do
**** we right in front of you, Trap (boom)
Aye, okay now let's speak on this gangsta shit
These **** talkin about in they raps
These **** they living sucked up
Kick the door, live alone
Work the door at they partner trap
See I really did that pot in the kitchen
You give me some soft and I'm workin it out
No I don't have opps for real, these **** cap
Just be hidin a bitch, tryna get them some clap
See really I'm chillin, got nothin but love
If you play with my pape, then we send him a bug
I been flyer than a bitch when I step in the club
Outfit, left wrist, total more than a dub
These **** got pussies for real like a stud
That bitch told me I'm him, but told me you a dud
Think it's a game, run up on this gold
This drum let it out, that bitch sound like a bomb
The biggest mistake that since I had begun
I can't go out the house without cash and my gun
Try your luck robbin me, on my momma you done
One-on-one, better ask, I ain't going for none
So he say that he took somethin from me, know he stuntin
These **** lie it all, like they say they gettin fronted
Made 50 today, and you can't, cause you bummy
A dummy, you think would play with the same money
Written by: Douglas Shawe, Mark Scola, Savalas Means, Travis Mark' Anthony Dickey, Xavier Landum
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