True Trapper

[Intro]
I don't like you flaky-ass rappers, what? (HC93)
Uh, fake-ass trapper
Bluntin', bustin' fake choppers, GoDumb

[Chorus]
I don't like you flaky-ass rappers (Flaky-ass rappers)
I'll fuck your bitch 'cause I'm a trapper (Trap, trap, tr-tr-trap)
Them Margiela's buffoon, cap, niggas cappin' (You niggas cappin')
I eat, shit, sleep with automatics
Spent your rent on a bitch fashion
I heard it ain't trickin' if you got it (Well, we gettin' it, bitch, we got it)
New Louis bag, yeah, she got it (Yeah, yeah)
Gas bags came sealed, that's how we got it (GoDumb, huh)

[Verse 1]
Rubberband band ya (Yeah)
Flex so hard, can't stand you (Yeah)
Need some gwop, my hands itch (Huh)
Stuff it 'til it can't fit (Woah)
Dick so big, it can't fit (Woah)
Ain't no bitch I can't hit (Nah)
Ain't nowhere I can't trap (Huh? Trap)
I can't rap, bitch, this ain't rap (What?)
Sell a pound in a day (What?)
Smoke a pound every day (Dope)
Fucked that bitch from the back (Yeah, yeah)
'Cause I hate to see her face (Yeah)
Balenciaga's, fuck Margiela's (Swag)
I been swaggin' since you met me (Swag)
Keep my gun, that's wherever (Drrt)
Catch me lackin', that's a never
Headshot, face shot, back shot, stretch him (Huh?)
Arm shot, leg shot, chest shot, wet him
I ain't make a dollar off rap (Facts)
Bitch, I eat, sleep, shit in the trap (6347)
So hard, why you flexin' like that? (How I'm flexin'? Flexin' hard)

[Chorus]
I don't like you flaky-ass rappers (Flaky-ass rappers)
I'll fuck your bitch 'cause I'm a trapper (Trap, trap, tr-tr-trap)
Them Margiela's buffoon, cap, niggas cappin' (You niggas cappin')
I eat, shit, sleep with automatics
Spent your rent on a bitch fashion
I heard it ain't trickin' if you got it (Well, we gettin' it, bitch, we got it)
New Louis bag, yeah, she got it
Gas bags came sealed, that's how we got it (Yeah; yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2]
I got double Ds, just them hundred-shot drums
I got handguns 'cause I grew up in the slums
You ain't got no funds, bein' broke was never fun
I never sold a zip until my daddy gave me one
Quarterback, uh-huh, I be catchin' plays
Everything gettin' flushed if tow truck tryna raid
Off my ass are Balmain's and I stuff 'em with them bands, nigga
Runnin' through that money, paper cuts all on my hands, nigga
Tooka Gang, we Walk Up Gang, that's Ruger Gang, ain't playin' with you
Mello ballin' hard and I ain't see a deal
They love you when it's beneficial, when you broke, ain't fuckin' wit' ya
Flaky-ass rappers, I ain't fuckin' wit' ya

[Chorus]
I don't like you flaky-ass rappers (Flaky-ass rappers)
I'll fuck your bitch 'cause I'm a trapper (Trap, trap, tr-tr-trap)
Them Margiela's buffoon, cap, niggas cappin' (You niggas cappin')
I eat, shit, sleep with automatics
Spent your rent on a bitch fashion
I heard it ain't trickin' if you got it (Well, we gettin' it, bitch, we got it)
New Louis bag, yeah, she got it
Gas bags came sealed, that's how we got it (That's how we got it)

[Outro]
Flaky-ass rappers
Trap, trap, tr-tr-trap
You niggas cappin'