Trapstar
Pull up me and we slide with them people
Couple niggas that's dropping the opposite
Tinted car the gun out the window
We raining bullets when we slide with them choppers
Two hundred dash in the new car blowing smoke
From the back of the whip on them police
We be cruising but he see illusion
You delusional if you think you can stop us
We do not mind all the back
Pay us homage when you in the studio and you rob us
We pray above and we giving below
That's the motto that's what God he had taught us
Hop in the studio I could stay in that joint for like seven days
Every day I be popping
Gave her a job and she understood me
She below me but shorty she is going to end up topping
Pull up on me and I'm putting you first
Run up on me you'll be in a down below
Love the best it's a blessing and curse
I told my enemies give me your worst
Cause I've seen it all I ain't be phased
Hate on me all you want it do not matter
I'll turn it to cash now look at your face
Ten out of ten but she knowing her place
Money is coming in various ways
Like this and that from the left and the right
Pussy so good man it feel so tight
Blowing like propane ain't talking cocaine
When I say shorty she staying in line
I'm having her soul and I'm having her body
Angel in public in bed she a slut
I'm driving while she give me head in the Audi
I'm loving me Arabs I like when she Saudi
I shoot and I'm scoring my shot like it's hockey
I open and eat it ain't talking chapatti
I walk in they screaming like I was a big guy
Know I got the juice but I ain't talking lot
You pull up I'm chopping you like it's karate
I keep me a pippen I ain't talking Scottie
I'm out of the box but I ain't talking Roddy
Pull up me and we slide with them people
Couple niggas that's dropping the opposite
Tinted car the gun out the window
We raining bullets when we slide with them choppers
Two hundred dash in the new car blowing smoke
From the back of the whip on them police
We be cruising but he see illusion
You delusional if you think you can stop us
We do not mind all the back
Pay us homage when you in the studio and you rob us
We pray above and we giving below
That's the motto that's what God he had taught us
Hop in the studio I could stay in that joint for like seven days
Every day I be popping
Gave her a job and she understood me
She below me but shorty she is going to end up topping
Couple niggas that's dropping the opposite
Tinted car the gun out the window
We raining bullets when we slide with them choppers
Two hundred dash in the new car blowing smoke
From the back of the whip on them police
We be cruising but he see illusion
You delusional if you think you can stop us
We do not mind all the back
Pay us homage when you in the studio and you rob us
We pray above and we giving below
That's the motto that's what God he had taught us
Hop in the studio I could stay in that joint for like seven days
Every day I be popping
Gave her a job and she understood me
She below me but shorty she is going to end up topping
Pull up on me and I'm putting you first
Run up on me you'll be in a down below
Love the best it's a blessing and curse
I told my enemies give me your worst
Cause I've seen it all I ain't be phased
Hate on me all you want it do not matter
I'll turn it to cash now look at your face
Ten out of ten but she knowing her place
Money is coming in various ways
Like this and that from the left and the right
Pussy so good man it feel so tight
Blowing like propane ain't talking cocaine
When I say shorty she staying in line
I'm having her soul and I'm having her body
Angel in public in bed she a slut
I'm driving while she give me head in the Audi
I'm loving me Arabs I like when she Saudi
I shoot and I'm scoring my shot like it's hockey
I open and eat it ain't talking chapatti
I walk in they screaming like I was a big guy
Know I got the juice but I ain't talking lot
You pull up I'm chopping you like it's karate
I keep me a pippen I ain't talking Scottie
I'm out of the box but I ain't talking Roddy
Pull up me and we slide with them people
Couple niggas that's dropping the opposite
Tinted car the gun out the window
We raining bullets when we slide with them choppers
Two hundred dash in the new car blowing smoke
From the back of the whip on them police
We be cruising but he see illusion
You delusional if you think you can stop us
We do not mind all the back
Pay us homage when you in the studio and you rob us
We pray above and we giving below
That's the motto that's what God he had taught us
Hop in the studio I could stay in that joint for like seven days
Every day I be popping
Gave her a job and she understood me
She below me but shorty she is going to end up topping
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Biya Tadesse
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