Last Real Trap Rapper

歌詞

Yeah, Bankroll Haha, yeah, (Play that shit, 4) Ayy, Heavy, turn the beat up, though Nigga, I'm the last real trap rapper Way too street, I don't like rappers Nigga play with me, knock his hat backwards Headshot a nigga, make his legs shatter Bitch, I was rich before QC Kept good quality, controlled the streets Big dawg, nigga, ain't no ho in me Never see a nigga lil' boying me Bought a hundred pound when I got my first rap check Busting down bowls ' fore my shows I'm a trap vet Richard Millie but I kinda wanna get a Patek Neck hella icy, filled that bitch up with baguettes No plain jane, told Wafi and them bust that If you shoot at me, that's a fact, I'ma bust back Hundred some rounds in my chop boy, don't touch that Last nigga play, boy, he dead, I'ma hush that I'm a trap nigga, still gettin' packs in Still getting booked, getting backends Louie duffel bag what the racks in Trap nigga gear, Air Maxing Feet kicked up, I'm relaxing Bowls disappear when that pack in Hundred some pounds came vacuumed Real deal trapper, I ain't acting Nigga, I'm the last real trap rapper Go and ask the streets, they gone trap stamp him Nigga, I'm the last real trap rapper What you came to buy? And I deliver Nigga, I'm the last real trap rapper Rocky Balboa, beat the pack nigga Nigga, I'm the last real trap rapper Well, well, well-known fact nigga Nigga, I'm the last real trap rapper, last real trap rapper Last real trap rapper, last real trap rapper Nigga, I'm the last real trap rapper, last real trap rapper Last real trap rapper, last real— Nigga, I'm the last real trap rapper Rocky Balboa, beat the pack, nigga Nigga, I'm the last real trap rapper Go and ask the streets, they gone stamp, nigga Four forty-eight, that's that a pound Twenty-five, come and get it now Two twenty-four, that's a half a bowl When you run out, come and get some more One twelve, nigga, that's a QP Well, ' round here we call them cuties Arkansas boss, young Big Meech Plug out west Rollin' 60 (RIP Nip) Trap nigga, get the shit, count it up and rubber band that Worldwide with the cut, nigga, I expand that Some money that you owe me, better unhand that Up the Glock on his ass, show me where your hands at Goddamn, a nigga dead, you can't get your man back Hit your block with a chop, get your whole clan whacked New Glock, it's a fully, gotta double hand that Sending bowls through the air, tell me where to land at Nigga, I'm the last real trap rapper, last real trap rapper Last real trap rapper, last real— Nigga, I'm the last real trap rapper, last real trap rapper Last real trap rapper, last real— Nigga, I'm the last real trap rapper Rocky Balboa, beat the pack, nigga Nigga, I'm the last real trap rapper Go and ask the streets, they gone stamp, nigga Big Bank, real deal trap