Trap Rock

Trap rock, trap rock
All these posers get fucked
From the cut I pulled up
Tune your strings then duck
Trap rock, trap rock
All these posers get fucked
From the cut I pulled up
Tune your strings then duck

You ain't ready for them 808s
Now sit down and learn
Snare clap I pack
Make your esophagus burn
Get some triplets going
Gotta spice up the flow
Now I'm bugging and counting them digits
Getting in my zone
Gotta hit up Johnny
Homie estimate an eighth
At the crib, trees burning
We gotta represent the state
With a tab on my tongue,
Like a bimbo chewing gum
Let my pupils explode
Like the eyedrop is a gun

It's my time to shine
It's my time to glow
It's my time to ride
It's my time to flow
It's my time to shine
It's my time to show
It's your time to hide
It's their time to go
It's my time to shine
It's my time to glow
It's my time to ride
It's my time to flow
It's my time to shine
It's my time to show
It's your time to hide
Cause all these lames now they gotta
Go

Trap rock, trap rock
All these posers get fucked
From the cut I pulled up
Tune your strings then duck
Trap rock, trap rock
All these posers get fucked
From the cut I pulled up
Tune your strings then duck
Who'd wanna start from the bottom
Not from the top, sad
Who'd wanna be what you couldn't be
What's up dad
Who can I be
What can I say
Doing nothing when I can
Like it's my last day
Who'd wanna start from the bottom
Not from the top, sad
Who'd wanna be what you couldn't be
What's up dad
Who can I be
What can I say
Doing nothing when I can
Like it's my last day

It's about none but this



Credits
Writer(s): Alexandru Umbresi
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