Atex - Lonestar Trapstar

It’s the Lonestar Trapstar
It’s the Lonestar Trapstar
Pulling off in that NASCAR
Pulling off in that NASCAR
Woah
Gotta get these packs off
Gotta let it blast dawg
Feel like-feel like Future Mask Off
It’s the Lone fucking Trapstar
Mr. Lonestar Trapstar
Mr. whip it, whip it, no car
Mr. swipe ya chain, no card
CVS receipts tax god
Mr. fuck ya bitch that broad
Pullin off with the mask off
Shoot you with the fucking mask off
F&N it blast dawg
Woah
That bitch she got me on a leash
Cuz she said that Ima dog
Boy I swear that Ima flea
I be scratching, I be itching but I ain’t no fucking fiend
Boy I’m on the scene with the real shooters serving fiends
I was in the field, you was busy talking to police
Uh
We was pouring up that lean huh
Let that back, let it lean uh
F&N cock it back let it bleed bruh
It’s the Lonestar
It’s the Lonestar
It’s the Lonestar
It’s the Lonestar
It’s the Lonestar Trapstar
It’s the Lonestar Trapstar
Pulling off in that NASCAR
Pulling off in that NASCAR
Gotta get these packs off
Gotta let it blast dawg
Feel like-feel like Future Mask Off
It’s the Lone fucking Trapstar

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Atex A.

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