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3 s Palm Angels Lyrics[Chorus: Certified Trapper]
Burberry, Bape, Palm Angels, got all kinda shit
You old-ass niggas tryna catch up, can't compare to this
Ayy, it's too pretty white bitches sittin' on my counter, bitch
Runnin' through them chickens, so the plug know what time it is
Run a nigga down in the new Travis Scott kicks
In the Zoom call talkin' numbers, finna rock some shit
Last fuck nigga played crazy had to die and shit
Everybody know Certified Trapper got that shit

[Verse 1: Certified Trapper]
Big Drac' on me, E-brake, this'll stop your whip
A lot of ho niggas talkin' down 'cause I knocked they bitch
Hand-me-down watch and chain, boy, that's not your shit
Come across your body, I'ma put the red dot on it
Little-ass nigga, what, you ain't heard?
You popped a pink ten? You scared of the Percs?
Boy, I'm flyin' through the wind, get your ass hurt
Ayy, two Glock 9s, this a twin
Flawless diamonds in my mouth and they dance
Bitch, you know I went to Johnny, spent them bands
Everything I got came from Johnny and it dance
Bitch, I got them G's, I ain't spend no damn advance
If I shitbag your ass, bet you get up on the stand

[Chorus: Certified Trapper]
Burberry, Bape, Palm Angels, got all kinda shit
You old-ass niggas tryna catch up, can't compare to this
Ayy, it's too pretty white bitches sittin' on my counter, bitch
Runnin' through them chickens, so the plug know what time it is
Run a nigga down in the new Travis Scott kicks
In the Zoom call talkin' numbers, finna rock some shit
Last fuck nigga played crazy had to die and shit
Everybody know Certified Trapper got that shit
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Ayy, it's Babyfxce, if Trapper got that shit, you know I got it too
Paid seven for the jacket with apes on it, I got it out the zoo
Ayy, I'm tryna find some purple, what I gotta do?
Me and Trap certified with this shit, we show you how to move
Poured a four, then dropped a deuce
Bitch, I'm the one, I'm not the two
Y'all need to stop cappin' 'bout what you did to Fxce, you niggas Dr. Seuss
Fuck a Glock, when I'm out in public, I put the chop in Goose
Keep goin' 'round the circle touchin' niggas, I think the chop a goose
Dummy, if you ain't catch that, you a fuckin' duck
The bullets in this gun'll take your head, you better fuckin' duck
In the 'Cat racin' down the street and this bitch a truck
They just sold a Scat, my money in the D, I'm finna pick it up

[Chorus: Certified Trapper]
Burberry, Bape, Palm Angels, got all kinda shit
You old-ass niggas tryna catch up, can't compare to this
Ayy, it's too pretty white bitches sittin' on my counter, bitch
Runnin' through them chickens, so the plug know what time it is
Run a nigga down in the new Travis Scott kicks
In the Zoom call talkin' numbers, finna rock some shit
Last fuck nigga played crazy had to die and shit
Everybody know Certified Trapper got that shit