Nyeahhh

[Intro: Nino Toka]
Nyeahh
Real Fucking Trapper
Nyeahhh

[Verse 1: Nino Toka]
Rap money good, but I'm still in the street
My whole life I’ve been a soldier, couldn’t get up with me
Real trapper, spend that money how I fucking please
Trap Ain't Dead chain with diamonds, I just made it freeze
I get the package through the border, meet the quota
I'm a real fucking boss, could make shit happen like I'm Sosa
Bitch, I'm not the one; since a kid, I was raised like a soldier
I get in the stu, black out, and make twenty songs, bruh
This shit instinct, pull up twenty Raris back to back, rubber stanking
My chain heavy, bitch, I pull up, diamonds hanging
Trap Ain't Dead, bitch, I pull up, speakers banging
Bitch, I got it good, I'm getting paid for rapping
How I pull off got them thinking, "Damn, what happened?"
I just did a show, pussy, then I got the back end
Rap money good, but I still love trapping

[Verse 2: Junie3X]
They like, "Junie, what you smoking?" Man, this some real Runtz
These niggas smoking mid, we leveled up from Mango Punch
Money tall like Master Chief, your money's shorter than a grunt
Penny-pinching with your bread, roll your rent up just for fun
Bitch, you know I'm from Gardere, so you know I'm going dumb
Smoke a couple zips, we just do this shit for fun
Why these niggas talking down? When they see us, they gon' run
Aye, why these niggas talking down? When they see us, they gon' run
Oh yeah, on the interstate, I really be flying
Broke-ass niggas showing off fake diamonds
Even when you use a flash, why them bitches ain't shining?
Shit, it's time to get fresh, hit up Mike for a lineup
Shit, I don't really like these hoes, 'cause they always be whining
If you ain't even got no money, why you even inquiring?
On the net, they acting tough, but in person, they quiet
On the net, they acting tough, but in person, they quiet

[Outro: Nino Toka]
Nyeahhh
Trapper of the fucking century
Real fucking trapper
I live this shit, pussy
That's my fucking chain, pussy
Nyeah, Nyeahh, Nyeahhh
Smoking on some stank