Trapped On Cleveland 2
We appreiciate all the love
All the fan love that is
Poppin' this shit for real, you know?
Tryna buy my mama house, a crib, you know?
Know what I'm sayin', gang?
Turn up, slimeball

Yeah, I'ma make these niggas feel me
You gotta understand, that they just tryna reel me
Ayy, all that cap shit over there, it can't come near me
I told that bitch, she get everything but these feelings
I told that bitch, she get everything but these feelings
These bitches switch up, just how they be in they feelings
How you gon' run off with the sauce, and I ain't give it?
How you gon' run off with the sauce tryna add a lil' drip?

Mmm, tryna add a lil' drip
Mmm, tryna add a lil' drip (drip, drip, drip)
Mmm, tryna add a lil' drip (drip, drip, drip)
Mmm, tryna add a lil' drip (drip, drip, drip)
(Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
(Keed talk to 'em)

Who told you that lil' slime didn't go out wiggin'?
Who told you that we wasn't handlin' the business?
I got hoes on my dick, I drop lows on my bitch
Yeah, these niggas slept on me, now they wanna let me in
(Keed, talk to 'em)
These niggas off
They thinkin' they hot, we gon' wet the block
I come from Zone 3, where you don't make it out
Yeah, I put rings on me
Yeah, I got fiends 'round me
Drip real hard like it rain on me
Shouldn't have trust y'all niggas, yeah, shame on me
Remember back in school they put the blame on me
Y'all for real (Keed talk to 'em)
These niggas'll squeal
These niggas be cap, need a hat like Pharrell
Keep my name out ya mouth and worry 'bout yourself
No matter who it is, don't tuck your tail
I get my story to tell
We left some bodies and shells
Came a long, long, long way from the bleachers
My family that need me you know I'ma feed 'em

Yeah, I'ma make these niggas feel me
You gotta understand, that they just tryna reel me
Ayy, all that cap shit over there, it can't come near me
I told that bitch, she get everything but these feelings
I told that bitch, she get everything but these feelings
These bitches switch up, just how they be in they feelings
How you gon' run off with the sauce, and I ain't give it?
How you gon' run off with the sauce tryna add a lil' drip?

Mmm, tryna add a lil' drip
Mmm, tryna add a lil' drip (drip, drip, drip)
Mmm, tryna add a lil' drip (drip, drip, drip)
Mmm, tryna add a lil' drip (drip, drip, drip)

I swear to God this life chose me and I didn't ask for it
That's on my mama, ain't sellin' my self, can't take no cash for it
These niggas bouncin' clique to clique just like a backboard
Just be yourself, gotta be yourself, what the fuck you gon' act for?
Yeah, I'm the realest and you know that I be shine
Forever get money, keep money on your mind
Nigga play, that choppa sound like Ginuwine
Ayy, free my brother, yeah, he had to do a dime (free Jigga)
I'm reminiscin', reminiscin' 'bout the times
I lost my mama, that's when I had lost my mind
They try to cross you, so you better watch out for signs
I had to go to jail just to readjust my mind

Yeah, I'ma make these niggas feel me
You gotta understand, that they just tryna reel me
Ayy, all that cap shit over there, it can't come near me
I told that bitch, she get everything but these feelings
I told that bitch, she get everything but these feelings
These bitches switch up, just how they be in they feelings
How you gon' run off with the sauce, and I ain't give it?
How you gon' run off with the sauce tryna add a lil' drip?

Mmm, tryna add a lil' drip (hell is you doin')
Mmm, tryna add a lil' drip (drip, drip, drip) (Trapped On Cleveland 2)
Mmm, tryna add a lil' drip (drip, drip, drip) (this shit world wide)
Mmm, tryna add a lil' drip (drip, drip, drip)
(Keed talk to 'em)

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Writer(s): Raqhid Jevon Render