Doeskii - Trapstar (feat. Neeko Huncho)
Hop in the rentalI'm serving the city
Chicago get ugly
Its cold and it's gritty
I pick up my bitch
And I play with her kitty
You try me it's fuck you
I won't show no pity
Working my phone
Gotta get to the bag
Move it so quick no
I don't mean to brag
Tre five's and sevens
And ounces and qp's
I bussed it all down
And I loaded my mag
Real fucking dope boy
Move weight
Can't complain bout the work
Had to fill my plate
Real life trapstar
Too late
Bitch I'm boarding this jet
And I'm watching them hate
Pound after pound
Tryna start me a grow
Money addictive
Can't let that bitch go
She tell me she love me
I can't trust the hoe
Hit that bitch once
I don't want her no more
Influenced my section
To bring out the scale
Ex's so mad
They not wishing me well
They seeing me shining
I'm giving em hell
Wait on my load
Cuz it come through the mail
Pesos, dineros
That fetty that paper bruh
Wanna fuck my bitch
You gotta pay for her
Always love me
Cuz I made a way for her
Hold me down
So lil nigga I'll spray for her
Real fucking dope boy
Move weight
Can't complain bout the work
Had to fill my plate
Real life trapstar
Too late
Bitch I'm boarding this jet
And I'm watching them hate
Jigga's and molly's
I sold a whole lot of those
Couple pounds
Make them niggas come wipe ya nose
Heard they watching
Well lemme just strike a pose
Get that money flex up
Boy this how it go
Real fucking dope boy
Move weight
And these niggas bitches love me
So I know they gone hate
Real life trapstar
Too late
Know you thought ya girl was faithful
But she fucking first date
Sell it for four
But I got it for two
Thirty five hunnid
If I fuck with you
My niggas they trapping
And making shit happen
Them problems arise
Then you know we adapting
Day after day
Boy this paper be stacking
I stay out the way
Boy I don't do no lacking
You fuck with my money
Boy we get it cracking
The nigga that start it
The one that I'm wacking
Sell it for four
But I got it for two
Thirty five hunnid
If I fuck with you
My niggas they trapping
And making shit happen
Them problems arise
Then you know we adapting
Real fucking dope boy
Move weight
Can't complain bout the work
Had to fill my plate
Real life trapstar
Too late
Bitch I'm boarding this jet
And I'm watching them hate
Real fucking dope boy
Move weight
And these niggas bitches love me
So I know they gone hate
Real life trapstar
Too late
Know you thought ya girl was faithful
But she fucking first date
Twenty four seven
We trapping no clock out
Come round the corner
The police look hot now
Been fuck the law
We gone serve 'em like tennis
I need a percentage
Of all of yo digits
Extortion on niggas
I come from the trenches
Yea yea
I come from the trenches
All these niggas be acting like bitches
Guess what
I'm really in the trenches
Real fucking dope boy
Move packs
You don't know about the struggle
Just watch me relax
Still get the dope boy
Can't act
You can keep all that syrup
I'm good on the act
I'm a real trapstar
I develop my grind
It's obvious these niggas hate
I'm a real life stepper
Come on and try
I ain't showing my pipe
Til I up it and spray
Yea
Trap
Trap
Trap
Trap
Trap
I'm getting it in
Trap
Trap
Trap
Trap
Trap
Trap
We do it to win
I did this shit by myself
And ain't nobody help
And nobody give me accomplices
They drag my name through the dirt
But don't nobody ever wanna talk about
None of my Accomplishments
I did a lot for niggas
Niggas ain't do shit for me
I did a lot for niggas
Niggas ain't never even ever rooted for me
Imma get the money anyway
It don't matter anyway
Get the money any day
Monday
Tuesday
Wednesday
Thursday
Friday
Nigga that's cake day
Get out my face
Stay the fuck out my way
I'm tryna get paid
I'm a real trapstar
Every damn day
Real trapstar
Gone get that shit no matter what
Nigga you broke as fuck
Need to get off yo ass
Go get some bucks
Aye
Real fucking dope boy
Move packs
You don't know bout the struggle
Don't know bout the racks
Still get the dope boy
Can't act
You can keep all that syrup
I'm good on the act
I'm a real life trapstar
I developed my grind
It's obvious these niggas hate
I'm a real life stepper
Come on and try me
I ain't showing my pipe
Til I'm upping and Spray
Trap
Trap
Trap
Trap
Trap
Don't know how to act
Aye
Trap
Trap
Trap
Trap
I'm a real fucking dope boy
I'm a real fucking dope boy
Real fucking dope boy
Real fucking dope boy
Real fucking dope boy
Real fucking dope boy
Real fucking dope boy move weight
Can't complain bout the work
Had to fill my plate
Real life trapstar
Too late
Bitch I'm boarding this jet
And I'm watching them hate
Written by:
Aaron Tyler, Devon Jenkins
Publisher:
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