Trapstar

(Ayo, Boss, it's time to get this money)
(SephGotTheWaves)

Both hands on this Nina like it's quarter to nine
Her body figure shape an eight, I'd probably rate her a nine
And seven out of ten times, she probably fucks on the side
She wants cream out the pie, ain't got a reason to lie
Shotty shells come cheap, every bullet's a five
We're putting money into squares, sit and watch from the line
It's 4PF, I'm doing good, our cars don't have no mileage
Give you what you want, that's everything except designer
Three minutes with your bitches, got you thinking I'd wife 'em
Two more minutes, then I'd leave because I just don't like 'em
Two spinners in the car in case the whip can't drive
That's the police over there, you best turn those lights off
Spendin' money on guns, need a kill switch, make sure to pick up my phone when you get here
2018, my whole block made a million, 2019, we made more than the last year
2020, made a couple plans and decisions, leaked a couple songs that the streets never heard of
2021, it's big booty Brazilians, slim thick chick, cute nails and her hair done
2022, it's Glock 19 extendos, 2k22 plates on the Benzo
2023, they're letting most of my friends go, 2024, I'll be on more life in a Lambso, yeah

She fell in love with a trapper, trap star
I can take you around the world in my black car
She wanna ride this wave, I'm her master
And she keep on running like a track star
She fell in love with a trapper, trap star
I can take you around the world in my black car
She wanna ride this wave, I'm her master
And she keep on running like a track star
Big stick got power, Austin
More money, more problems, boss shit
In the foreign whip with a boss bitch
She mistake my dick with the Glock stick
All this money got me running, exhausting
All these bitches keep on coming, that's nonsense
New switch gon' solve my problems
In the trap with Somalis and the shooters
All this talking never changed, just look at the chains on my neck
My brother done five, came home to Pateks
I know that they're burning, they hate when I flex
'Cause we came from the gutter, now move states in jets
My outfit looking better when it came with the Glock fitted
She only fuck with scammers and she hangs with them drug dealers
Since all my niggas lapping, she gon' cap 'til it's finished
I like revolvers cah the shell inside the strap stays in it
My broski doing ten, I still don't know what to tell him
Twelve shots, six, six, call my spinners the twinners
Got two bitches on my lap, I'm gettin' both of them jealous
And they keep talkin' on my business, I don't know what to tell 'em

She fell in love with a trapper, trap star
I can take you around the world in my black car
She wanna ride this wave, I'm her master
And she keep on running like a track star
She fell in love with a trapper, trap star
I can take you around the world in my black car
She wanna ride this wave, I'm her master
And she keep on running like a track star
2023, I'ma boss up, more money, more power
'Member when I used to take the bus down
Now all the Rollies are bust down
Baddies make it bust down, bust it

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