Trap Star
They talk on the internet
Tell em come see bout me
See em in person
They ain't got that energy
Off top i want static
But they getting finicky
Ain't wearing designer
Everything trap symphony
These niggas enemies
Wanna be friend enemies
Spanish little mama
I tell her come Beni aki
I go to the DR
I fuck em by 3 ah piece
Judges like teaches
They handing out sentences
We us they them
That's the main differences
And when i say us
I mean that wit emphasis
Taxing wit interests
Need my percentages
Want it off top
Don't care who ya niggas is
Bentley's n vets
Then hop off ah jet
We got it right now
And still got next
Came off the neck
N still want sex
Been at it foe hours
N still get wet
3 bitches in the shower
Yea I'm super fly
Dash wit the Rollie
Call it rush hour
Pull up in a ghost
Nah this ain't power
Shooter like Tommy
All shots fired
Gang like Michelin
We all going ride
Old Head cookout
We all going slide
From G5 to a G5
All the weed ever won't get you this high
Delta when i fly
Land in 305
Hit my nigga ace
Say we need a ride
Mazzi n a wraith
That's how niggas ride
Split it wit the gang
We all get a pie
Trying be like us
That ain't it
No flash on
Already lit
Tell the bottle girl take this pic
This the last time you going see this shit
Ysl smell my drip
It ain't for you it's for ya bitch
Attitude on steroids
Outfit cost a bitcoin
Tell em come see bout me
See em in person
They ain't got that energy
Off top i want static
But they getting finicky
Ain't wearing designer
Everything trap symphony
These niggas enemies
Wanna be friend enemies
Spanish little mama
I tell her come Beni aki
I go to the DR
I fuck em by 3 ah piece
Judges like teaches
They handing out sentences
We us they them
That's the main differences
And when i say us
I mean that wit emphasis
Taxing wit interests
Need my percentages
Want it off top
Don't care who ya niggas is
Bentley's n vets
Then hop off ah jet
We got it right now
And still got next
Came off the neck
N still want sex
Been at it foe hours
N still get wet
3 bitches in the shower
Yea I'm super fly
Dash wit the Rollie
Call it rush hour
Pull up in a ghost
Nah this ain't power
Shooter like Tommy
All shots fired
Gang like Michelin
We all going ride
Old Head cookout
We all going slide
From G5 to a G5
All the weed ever won't get you this high
Delta when i fly
Land in 305
Hit my nigga ace
Say we need a ride
Mazzi n a wraith
That's how niggas ride
Split it wit the gang
We all get a pie
Trying be like us
That ain't it
No flash on
Already lit
Tell the bottle girl take this pic
This the last time you going see this shit
Ysl smell my drip
It ain't for you it's for ya bitch
Attitude on steroids
Outfit cost a bitcoin
Credits
Writer(s): Erik Simmons
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