Trapping chords by 38 Spesh

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Verse 1
Am 
Co  caine Cowboy
You know what this is?
Yeah. It's coke.
Yes, but that's a kilo of coke.
How much it's worth?
25 ,000.
Damn. No, damn.
Damn, that's damn good, okay?
Yeah, I'm saying.
This shit on the street is garbage.
It's good.
F 
It's washed with acet
Am 
one and kerosene.
This is the best product.
We got a soft shit.
We got a tan.
We got hung white niggas.
We got heroin.
F 
Yeah, I'm a dude boy,
Am 
I'm a real trap boy
You can come and get it all,
I can bring it to your door
We got a song, we got a team
We got hold up white niggas,
we got heroin
Yeah, I'm dude boy, I'm a real trap boy
You can come and get it all,
I can bring it to your door
Come on
You like jewels and stuff?
We'll keep you that way
And if you move enough,
we'll meet you halfway
F 
Am 
And if you a ball player,
we'll meet you at base
Third, throw a curve,
F 
we'll see you that day
Am 
Can't stand y 'all niggas,
I dram raw and rob niggas
This K a cut limbs off niggas
F 
Am 
If you ain't built for this shit,
get a J .O.
Cause I get the yay go
before I turn a day old
Before I get the waiters,
they gon' come with bankrolls
F 
Real shit, I be takin' orders
Am 
F 
on  the way home
Am 
F 
Real talk, every trip I take
a different way home
Am 
Ten in the payload, a win with a K .O.
Be gettin' chips, greetin' with this fifth
They turn niggas on,
they see it in this strip
F 
Can't fool me,
Am 
I can tell it wasn't comin' back
F 
Am 
They ain't the work from last time,
what the fuck y done in there? soft,
we got tame
We got hard white, nigga, we got heroin
Yeah, I'm a dude boy,
I'm a real trap boy
You can come and get it all,
I can bring it to your door
We got soft, we got tame
We got hard white, nigga,
we got heroin
F 
We got whatever the fuck you need,
nigga
Am 
F 
Am 
I'm real trap, boy
You can come and get it all
I can bring it to your door, come on
Shots to the leg? Shots to the head
Give me a block
Put me on a block full of bread
Cocaine, coke, cocaine, coke
Shots to the leg? No
Shots to the head
Give me a block
Put me on a block full of bread
F 
And watch how the rumor
on the block spread
Am 
That the coke spot round the corner
got the block dead
I'm a hot head, I pop lead
I'm not scared,
F 
was hungry as a little nigga till I got fed
Now, I could make the coke
Am 
in  the pot spread
Every time I see the car lot,
I drop bread
Painted the hardtop blue to drop red
Every day of the week last month,
I got head
F 
My gun talk,
Am 
wanna know what the Glock said?
Pop, pop, pop, you're shot dead
Find your father, then paint his top red
Your mom was in shock
from the way your pops bled
F 
Y 'all know I'm a real kind of boss
Am 
Hat bricks are bullshit coke, still got it on
Still
We got soft, we got Tin
We got Hard White nigga, we got Heroin
Yeah I'm a dude boy
I'm a real trap boy
You can come
And get it all i can
Bring it to your door
We got soft, we got Tin, we got Hard
White nigga, we got Heroin
F 
Yeah I'm a dude boy
Am 
F 
Am 
I'm a real trap boy
You can come
And get it all i can
Bring it to your door