Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
diego dior
Songwriter
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
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