Trap Star

I'm a T R A P S T E R
My mechanic hide bricks in the roof of the car
And the man go like fruits on the car
And you put them around the rims just like boots on the car
And they go around the tires just like in church
I go lowkey rental car pop out at Hertz
Turn the doctor to a drug dealer trap out a nurse
Treat the hoe just like a credit card she got out the Percs
Running streets all day I don't get no sleep
Nigga I eat at Nobu four times a week
I go yellowtail my bitch had the wagyu
Spoiled ass hoe she said taste like cat food
Bitch I'm selling dog food you lucky I called you
Sell a couple bags and I do a little fraud too
My mans he the wig he can take the bumper off
And put the drugs lace front he can do the install too
Ex lick-hitter man who took better than me
What you know about robbing niggas just to get back on your feet what You know about going to get a jay with holes in his teeth
Just to make the work for you man he cook better than me
I'm a T R A P S T E R
Like your grandma said I hide bricks in the car
I'm turning bitches down ion care about no model
But I should do her like I play at Colorado
Bricks old Kobe man I get em for the eight
Got a old head shooter like I play go to state
I got a rental car plug she let me control the plates
I got a pretty fat bitch you know I love to hold the weight (ay)