If Mozart was a trapstar

[Intro: Arsx]
AV with that drip— drip—
Type shit (Yuh, yuh)
You know how the fuck we rockin' (Hahaha)
Yuh, ayy (Arsx), yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah

[Verse 1: Arsx]
20 racks in my backpack, Glock to his top
Muhfucka' like a snapback, flashback
Prolly coulda' gone to selling crack-pack
But I fucked around and played my cards right, blackjack
Poker shit, I'm on the colder shit, my shit is polar bitch
I'm rollercoasterin' these older kids and they be noticin'
They jealous of me, wan' take it from me, she said she love me
That shawty gone, they talk about me but on they chats they be gettin' soft
Bitch, I’m beastin', I be goin' demon, fucked hеr for no reason
Shawty hot like the Caribbеan but she Puerto Rican
I'm a God, just like Morgan Freeman, but they still be sleepin'
Wake 'em up, once I'm at the top, my mission completed, ayy
Wildin', she said "Fly me to the island" I said, "Bitch, you think I'm stupid? Why the fuck you even tryin'?"
Started lyin', going off like a siren, and my rollie perfect timing
I'm a giant, bitch, I'm risin', this Lil' Arsx on my fuck shit

[Chorus: Arsx]
If Mozart was a trapstar, he'd be in the backyard
Bussin' out these pussies with attack bars
You get clapped hard, leave your body in the scrapyard
Then run up bands like a motherfuckin' track-star

[Bridge: Arsx]
If Mozart was a trapstar, he'd be in the backyard
Bussin' out these pussies with attack bars
You get clapped hard, leave your body in the scrapyard
Then run up bands like a motherfuckin' track-star

[Verse 2: salemkuma]
Flex on these bitches, I'm robbin' yo' coat
She put in my dick in her mouth and she choke
Pussy boy actin' he rich, but he broke
Nah, I am serious before it was joke
Y'all just keep sleepin', y'all just need to get woke
None of y'all really be wantin' the smoke
You takin' my ho, but she want you for coke
I just be chillin', I'm tokin' my tote
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[Verse 3: salemkuma]
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[Bridge 2: salemkuma]
If Mozart was a motherfuckin' trapstar
He'd be pushin' gas and selling gas while takin' long walks, ayy
Emo bitch got wrists cut
Big balls like mother fuckin' [?]

[Chorus: Arsx]
If Mozart was a trapstar, he'd be in the backyard
Bussin' out these pussies with attack bars
You get clapped hard, leave your body in the scrapyard
Then run up bands like a motherfuckin' track-star (Perfect)

[Outro: Arsx]
Ayy