Lil Keed's video: Lil Keed - Traplanta Official Audio

The official audio for Lil Keed's “Traplanta” from his album ‘Trapped On Cleveland 3’ - Out Now! Stream ‘Trapped On Cleveland 3’ on all platforms: https://lilkeed.ffm.to/toc3 Subscribe: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC84I-lVXft-Q1gmuiUQNlUw?sub_confirmation=1 Follow Lil Keed https://www.keedtalktoem.com https://www.instagram.com/lilkeed https://twitter.com/1lilKeed https://www.facebook.com/lilkeed1 https://soundcloud.com/lilkeed1 LYRICS (Deskhop make it drop, yeah) (Oh Lord, Jetson made another one) I fuck up the money counter Fuck on that ho, then give her right back, I ain't got no manners We pull up with chops, then chop the block, I bet they light candles 95 with Gucci socks, I'm drippin' in Traplanta Post on the block with a big Glock, yeah, we in Traplanta Watch what you do and watch what you say when you in Traplanta Boy, we gettin' paid, I'm servin' them J's, boy, in Traplanta We gettin' paid, homie, we ain't gettin' laid, homie I'm with real right homies who ain't gon' change on me I got real shooters, won't say no names, homie I know a real bully, you can't tame homie In a NASCAR, fast car, that's a Trackhawk Vibed out with nothin' but broads (Hoo) Goddamn, broke the money counter (Hoo) Goin' in, we don't care 'bout cameras (Hoo) He get that dope back, call him Arm & Hammer (Hoo) Shit, that's all I'm sayin' I'm signin' all the deals, nigga, I don't even want the plan Have you ever seen that molly color khaki pants? Keep on playin', I bet your brother be dyin' in your hands I'm with DYN abusin' all the Xans I fuck up the money counter Fuck on that ho, then give her right back, I ain't got no manners We pull up with chops, then chop the block, I bet they light candles 95 with Gucci socks, I'm drippin' in Traplanta Post on the block with a big Glock, yeah, we in Traplanta Watch what you do and watch what you say when you in Traplanta Boy, we gettin' paid, I'm servin' them J's, boy, in Traplanta We gettin' paid, homie, we ain't gettin' laid, homie Traphouse Fuck this shit, I'm ridin' in a Trackhawk My mama askin' for it, so I tear it off Get what she want, it don't matter (Woo) On the stove, remixin' a brick, tricks of Benihana I ain't even gotta trick the bitch no more, got too many hundreds If he ever play with the racks, yeah, he gotta be a dummy Yeah, I know my folks gon' tax 'em, so I load up my lumber Yeah, I'm in Traplanta Yeah, we pour some many fours in the fuckin' Fanta Boy, I know you fuckin' told, though, I cannot stand ya So you better watch 'fore you trust a nigga in Traplanta Fuck your ho, we don't lust, nigga, in Traplanta I fuck up the money counter (Slimeball) Fuck on that ho, then give her right back, I ain't got no manners We pull up with chops, then chop the block, I bet they light candles 95 with Gucci socks, I'm drippin' in Traplanta Post on the block with a big Glock, yeah, we in Traplanta Watch what you do and watch what you say when you in Traplanta Boy, we gettin' paid, I'm servin' them J's, boy, in Traplanta We gettin' paid, homie, we ain't gettin' laid, homie -- ℗ 2020 Young Stoner Life Records exclusively distributed by 300 Entertainment