Lyrics

Hello can you hear me, it's a real trapper on the phone PICK UP THT SHIT NIGGA Yah Yah Yah Imma real trapper I can really trap a brick I'm a real rapper all these bitches love my shit Watch me in the kitchen I be whipping up da shit My brudda in the kitchen yeah he whipping up a brick She don't really love you she jus want you for your cash these niggas sneak dissing around Bitches some fags I'm Trynna chase my paper bitch I'm Trynna chase my bag I can't bring you here bitch I left you in the past Bitch I left you in the past Sipping on this drank yeah I got my glass Cartier shades on it's gonna last I can't bring you here left you in my past I want the bag I be hanging round with real soldiers real niggas we gone pull up we gone really get you gone drill niggas Ion talk to much on the internet cuz these niggas keep on yapping they ain't gone get me that's no threat I been making all these cash now The cash cow Imma making my momma proud now She proud now Finna buy a brand you rari now and skirt now All my brothers in this shit yeah you know we lit now Imma real rapper now Nah! Imma real trapper now Nahhh! Imma real rapper now and these niggas ain't gone get me Das on god! Yeah! Imma real trapper I can really trap a brick Imma real rapper all these bitches love my shit Watch me in the kitchen I be whipping up da shit My brudda in the kitchen yeah he whipping up a brick She don't really love you she jus want you for your cash these niggas sneak dissing around Bitches some fags I'm Trynna chase my paper bitch I'm Trynna chase my bag I can't bring you here bitch I left you in the past
Writer(s): Diego Dior Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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