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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 niggas lie bout the shit they do But tell the truth to Your Honor These niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas motherfuckin pitiful Drop em, this niggas thought he was bulletproof These niggas straight hoes, talking bout what he was finna do Or talk about what he was gonna do Niggas we right in front of you, Trap (boom) Aye, okay now let's speak on this gangsta shit These niggas talkin about in they raps These niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas 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
Writer(s): Xavier Landum, Douglas Shawe, Mark Scola, Savalas Means, Travis Mark' Anthony Dickey Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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