Lyrics

[Chorus: Mansa] Really living like a rockstar I'm a trap star, said she want a trapper that really traps hard Fuck her like I hate her Sweating, so much drippy, drippy on her makeup All she want is Dior 'cause she a Christian Got a twin, I fucked both of them, I can't make it up Pretty in pink, you look good, can you just take it off? Eighteenth floor and I'm getting high, I'm baking off Hit my side ting, is that the reason why we're breaking up? [Verse: Shaker The Baker] If them man won't spray for me then they won't pray for me Tell a man "Don't play with me", best bet's staying away from me You was my bro, what you saying to me? Baker, got the three-eight on me Whеn I travel from A to B in this AMG You ain't my G if you ain't with me I don't enjoy thе pain but I endure the pain One up, selling that morning caine in the pouring rain Heard that the bruddas are switching sides, you should be so ashamed Brudda, you know my style, brudda, you know my name M Bison, I'm street fighting, this shotgun, it spit Yoga Flame Heard it flying round everywhere, bro said I got a vulgar aim If I bun him, I won't explain, it was done with a sober brain Slap it and tell him to hold that pain You think I'ma throw in the towel More likely I'm throwing a shot, leave a hole in your bowel No young G's, got guns on me when I'm rolling around I think they wanna see me in a hole in the ground [Chorus: Mansa] Really living like a rockstar I'm a trap star, said she want a trapper that really traps hard Fuck her like I hate her Sweating, so much drippy, drippy on her makeup