Trap Star

Lyrics

[Intro] (Ayy, Ecko, turn it up) Yeah, ayy Fuck it up lil' baby, you a trap star (Fly the Jett) Last skit was a movie nigga, that part, yeah G Block, nigga Slo-Be Mode, nigga Kasino World, nigga Niggas know how we bomin' nigga [Chorus] Ayy, ayy Fuck it up lil' baby you a trap star Last skit was a movie nigga, that part, yeah Shot a nigga in his shit for tryna act hard I don't associate with niggas that don't kill niggas Ain't never slip or rap about it, I don't feel niggas I talk about the trenches in my songs 'cause I'm still in 'em I caught one as an adolescence but don't feel different Poured a four of Tris then dropped a pill in it Keep it on me, left the house with fully switch, on the Gz I don't lack How the fuck did cuz survive and he took a dome tap? Asked the killers 'bout me, in the county jail I'm on that Don't hear mе talkin' bout no gangster shit, you know my phone tapped [Verse] Out on bail on two anklеs, feds tryna grab a nigga Every time we lost one we hopped in load and grabbed a nigga Can tell you that I got skits, you ain't gotta ask them niggas He not a real donk, but it's funk so I'ma crash to get him Walked in a bitch house with skeezy on It's a fee to fuck with me Can't argue with no sucker nigga, I know I done touched a [?] Don't send your lil' niggas to take pictures in the hood tell them bump with me How you gon' troll me on the 'Gram I hit you with a six piece? Can't tell me I ain't Damu, got scenes on that Crip street Think I'm gon' fuck the ho and she ain't get a bag? Bitch please Left that nigga with a zipper then he went and dissed me Finally popped the nigga I been droppin' on since I was fifteen I pop another Tribe nigga I'm gon' stop rapping Only G nigga with blood on the 5 so nigga stop cappin' Act like I don't got the drop, you know I got tactics Got Drakey on me if they spin it do not matter [Chorus] Ayy, ayy Fuck it up lil' baby you a trap star Last skit was a movie nigga, that part, yeah Shot a nigga in his shit for tryna act hard I don't associate with niggas that don't kill niggas Ain't never slip or rap about it, I don't feel niggas I talk about the trenches in my songs 'cause I'm still in 'em I caught one as an adolescence but don't feel different Poured a four of Tris then dropped a pill in it Keep it on me, left the house with fully switch, on the Gz I don't lack How the fuck did cuz survive and he took a dome tap? Asked the killers 'bout me, in the county jail I'm on that Don't hear me talkin' bout no gangster shit, you know my phone tapped