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[Chorus]
Took your bitch to the trap hole now she in love with it
Hey, whole lotta geekin', plus there's drugs in it
Lotta money, lotta poon, might hide your girl in it
She addicted, now she in love with it
Took your bitch to the trap hole now she in love with it
Hey, whole lotta geekin', plus there's drugs in it
Lotta money, lotta poon, might hide your girl in it
Hey, she addicted, now she in love with it

[Verse 1]
I might come up on the truth
She might get slow, might make a wreck
I might run into her drawers
And get out, might face a pet
I got niggas for the low
For them niggas who wanna tech
How much the shit you wanna know?
Fucking your bitch and bring her back
I'm never caught in the high
They all know I play it cool
Ain't in feelings, they wanna fight
I'm just tryna run out the loop
Pay out some niggas, what it is
Don't feel nobody, ain't no cold
She like dippin' dabbin' in pound
She came a victim in the hoe
[Pre-Chorus]
Took her to the trap now she in love with it
She ain't scared to get in trouble, she gon' thug with me
[?], I know you fuck with it
[?] all in my boots, nah, ain't a dove in it

[Chorus]
Took your bitch to the trap hole now she in love with it
Hey, whole lotta geekin', plus there's drugs in it
Lotta money, lotta poon, might hide your girl in it
She addicted, now she in love with it
Took your bitch to the trap hole now she in love with it
Hey, whole lotta geekin', plus there's drugs in it
Lotta money, lotta poon, might hide your girl in it
Hey, she addicted, now she in love with it

[Verse 2]
[?] that bank, I blew it on myself
Bought some drink, a house, some kush
The rest I blew it on her hair
Catch me in Atlanta
I still got Louis, I don't wear
Y'all busy worrying 'bout them necks
Look at what's gon' be over there
Fuck with me on the plug
They pree me, watching me grub
But when the hood turning me up
Yeah, I made the way out the mud
Where was you? I wouldn't work with [?]
Run and tell me, well that's a cuff
If she love to chill, wife her up
[Pre-Chorus]
Took her to the trap now she in love with it
She ain't scared to get in trouble, she gon' thug with me
[?], I know you fuck with it
[?] all in my boots, nah, ain't a dove in it

[Chorus]
Took your bitch to the trap hole now she in love with it
Hey, whole lotta geekin', plus there's drugs in it
Lotta money, lotta poon, might hide your girl in it
She addicted, now she in love with it
Took your bitch to the trap hole now she in love with it
Hey, whole lotta geekin', plus there's drugs in it
Lotta money, lotta poon, might hide your girl in it
Hey, she addicted, now she in love with it