Trap Star

Woah
Serve it to the fuckin' birds
I was boolin' with my niggas servin' to the birds
Ain't no nigga ain't talk no work yeah

Trap life, woah
Trap life, woah
Trap life, woah
Trap life, woah
Trap life, woah
Trap life, woah
Trap life, woah
Trap life, woah, hey
Trap life with my goons, hey
Trap life with my goons
Rarri coupe go vroom
Vroom, vroom, vroom, vroom, vroom
Trap life with my goons
Trap life with my goons
Vroom, vroom, vroom, vroom, vroom
Rarri coupe go vroom

Aye, serve lean to the birds
I would never tell the world
I would never tell a word
Gettin' all this money, coutin' all this green, whippin' all the fuckin' work
Made it out the fuckin' dirt, tryna get under that skirt
Rarri coupe go skurt, yeah
Whip that work
Made it out the hood now I'm in the burbs
Yeah I fucked her, but I had to fuck her sister first
Baby girl, show me what that lil pussy worth
Gettin' all the money and I'm servin' all the work
My swag is superb, you niggas stay lame
I'm fly like a crane, doin', I'm doin' my thang, yeah, yeah
Gettin' money I'm a trap star
Pulled up, livin' life like a rockstar, skurt, skurt
Yeah, yeah rarri fast car
Pulled up, skurt, skurt, skurt in a nascar, yeah, aye



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Lamar Ii White, Harold Jerome Jr. Sullivan, Adonte Jerome Harrell
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