[Chorus] : x2
Phone tweaking birds like it’s Twitter
Yea that’s Twitter
Chain shining bright like it’s glitter
I went bitter
Stars on me I’m a trapstar
No rockstar
Coupe on 6 go faster
I’m the master
[Verse 1] :
You hating on the trap, we the winners
No saint here, we sinners
Press delete don’t need her
Pass the lean, a liter
Niggas to fake, play for two sides
None of these jokers on my side
Trap so hard like a high tide
Niggas love emselves, too much pride
Trapstar, trapstar, trapstar, trap so hard till I’m looking like a rockstar
Jump all these niggas till I’m looking like a gangster
Race, race
I’m not a popstar
The brand new the bag, like check out the tag, my niggas will be down for bag
The clothing on swag, can’t rack for the rags, these niggas keep acting like fags
David Blaine gon make you disappear
Crowd get hyped when young Tae appear
Complete the goals and then you face your fears
No water drip boy, you just dripping tears
Tell all these niggas they really need lessons, I’m a professor
God is watching and he giving me blessings, youd swear He’s my blesser
[Chorus] : x2
[Verse 2] :
3am we at the spot
My niggas be smoking on pot
All these niggas gon flop
They really rushing for the top
Granny asked me when the trapping gon stop
I told her I won’t stop
Remember the night we were chased by a cop
He was a big flop
Hype up the crowd, in this game I’m a natural
They never notice that I’m so factual
Hype up the city, I talk bout the capital
These niggas rap is just sounding so pastoral
Young nigga, look at me I am that atom bomb
Cannot achieve your goals like you’re that cat called Tom
Running the game like we run with the federal
Rolling alone like you up in that Chaparral
Race, race
Cannot fall got a broad base
Your girl is up on my face
Evidence gone for the case
Everybody know that I’m next
Trapping so hard like the best
Young niggas looking like pests
Raging so hard at the fest
[Chorus] : x2