Last Real Trap Rapper

[Intro]
Yeah, Bankroll
Haha, yeah, (Play that shit, 4)
Ayy, Heavy, turn the beat up, though

[Verse 1]
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

[Pre-Chorus]
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

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
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

[Chorus]
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

[Outro]
Big Bank, real deal trap