Chubbz Nipple - Upstate Trap Boi

You know
A lot of people say
You're from Upstate New York
You don't know what the fuck a trap is
You know what I have to say to that?
Yea I don't, fuck it (fuck it)
It's that Upstate Trap Boi (Yup!)
I'm sippin' La Croix
Upstate Trap Boi (Yuh!)
Yeah imma bad boy (Ha!)
Upstate Trap Boi (Upstate!)
I'm sippin' La Croix
Upstate Trap Boi (Yuh!)
Yeah imma bad boy
Yuh, trap music is easy fam, there's not much needed man (Nope)
Just require heat, a fire beat, release a decent jam (Yup)
Write a rhyme 'bout being high as mother fuckin' ceilin' fans (Whoa)
Drivin' sports cars and fuckin' porn stars
Shout out to Lisa Ann, Yuh (I love you Lisa!)
Switch the flow up
Bruce Jenner's balls, go nuts, Yuh
Switch the flow up, 'bout to blow up
She beggin' for my meat, no cold cuts
Fuck being sober!
Get the coke bruh! Coca Cola, pour the soda
I get nookie, love the cookie, talkin' pussy no Samoas Ha-ha-ha-ha
It's that Upstate Trap Boi (Yup!)
I'm sippin' La Croix
Upstate Trap Boi (Yuh!)
Yeah imma bad boy (Ha!)
Upstate Trap Boi (Upstate!)
I'm sippin' La Croix
Upstate Trap Boi (Yuh!)
Yeah imma bad boy
I could say meaningless shit on the beat (Yuh)
Still have the bitches down kissin' my feet (Whoa)
Even the priest will be yellin' out "Preach!"
Don't be so salty yo, this ain't the beach (Bitch)
Yuh! Imma bad boy from Upstate
Yuh! Gimme some respect for fuck sakes
Yuh! Eye contact, sit up straight
She said, "Eat my ass" but I just ate
Ha, yeah, imma fan of butt play
But I must say, we've been up late
She could just wait, shit it's only our third date in the first place
Worst case, I only get to first base
But I'm tryna rock the bed like earthquakes
She say, "I'm wetter than mermaids"
Sign of cross, first aid, booty dessert ayyy
It's that Upstate Trap Boi (Yup!)
I'm sippin' La Croix
Upstate Trap Boi (Yuh!)
Yeah imma bad boy (Ha!)
Upstate Trap Boi (Upstate!)
I'm sippin' La Croix
Upstate Trap Boi (Yuh!)
Yeah imma bad boy
Adirondack, I was born in the trap (Yuh)
My shit slaps like porn on a Mac (Woah)
That's straight facts, y'all sore in the ass
Did you get fucked by Shaq? (My bad)
I drop bombs on the track (On the track)
Like George W. in Iraq (In Iraq)
I could cuddle you from the back (From the back)
I prefer little spoon though, no cap (Haha)
I laugh, cruisin' on the freeway
Trap music so damn cliche
Anything goes in the genre these days
Upstate Boi made this track in three days
I could triplet with the flow, bitch
Talkin' bout AKs and hoes, lit
Load the clip let it unload, shit
I'll stick to rappin' bout my dick, dick, dick
Yea, so it doesn't really matter
How white my neighborhood is
That I'm not from the trap
All that matters is, my shit fuckin' slaps
(Slaps, slaps, slaps)

Written by:
Joshua Barlow

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