Trap Stars

[Intro: YRN Murk]
Let's go, let's go
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: YRN Murk]
D'Ussé in my Minute Maid
All the bags, all these fuckin' pints, way too many plays
Real trappers, trappin' in that trap, way too many days
Real trappers, and scammers, I get paid too many ways
Bad bitch from overseas, she been here like twenty days
Chop her and her friend up, I'm gon' do that anyway (Murk)
He a renegade, he gon' rock that boy like anyway
Shoot shit up like NBA
Flip the block, no NBA
Mango, he got plenty cake
Ball the lil' hoe, NBA
Ballin' hard, they in the way
Hundred shots, ten a day
Hundred racks, a vacuum seal
I got racks on racks for real
I was trappin' back when I ain't had seal
Found, I don't know how, a lil' pass apeal
Back alone, I was on a hill
Jugg at home, he trappin' still
At been home, the racks for real
Grandpa home, I'm back for real

[Verse 2: Johnny Cinco]
Trappin' bricks, you tried to wrap me, you gon' get killed
I got the chopper with a hundred rounds, this shit can get real
Five hundred bags come in the mail
Glock .40, don't ring the doorbell
Bought my side hoe some new Chanel
Ain't no sleeping, this will burn out your house
Kill the junkie, he gon' test the doorbell
Catch you slipping, shoot you right through the couch
Young nigga ducked, the Bogeyman come out
Sippin' on my pills, codeine
Cheap niggas always drinkin' on green
Pull out the chopper, you see the red beam
Her eyes wide, bitch, you know what I mean
Take off your hat when you talk to a king
Don't need no witnesses, we clear out the scene
I got the cat and it came with no key
Focused on money, not tryna compete
I got the drip, what you tryna be
Set up shop, chop right on the beach
Pitbulls, let 'em off of the leash
Up on you niggas, so I do not speak

[Verse 3: Mango Foo]
Even the shooters get shot, packin' and movin' them out
Trappin' in Gucci socks, VV's in my Rollie watch
I turn my wrist, control the pot
My young niggas control the block
Niggas, they hate and plot
Shooters, they raid the spot
Set up the place, set up the bait, we gon' take the guap
Ice inside of my wrist, I used to be broke, but I hit a lick
I shine on lights, I glist' these niggas, I rob, I rob with a stick
My shoes cost your rent, I'm flyer than Clark Kent
Coupé with a dark tint, I ride with an F&N
The bags, I'm gettin' them in, two piece, a bitch and her friend
My chains on Mike Amiri, these niggas is broke, period
Took off like a jet lear, I'm not around unless a check near
VV's on my neck here, these niggas pussies like a pap smear
Trappin' and servin', gettin' packs here
Take 'em all, 20 bag play
Hundred thousand on a bad day
I was down bad, now I'm bad straight
Took the foreign keys to the valet
With a bustdown my Rollie face
Nigga's ass, tits, they outdated

[Outro: YRN Murk]
Gang here, we got bag here
100 bags, in the back rail, jet, they lag still
All the traffic, all the cash here, too much cash here
I just played, doing a dash here, spending lav' here
Yeah, yeah