Trap Star

They talk on the internet Tell em come see bout me See em in person They ain’t got that energy Off top i want static But they getting finicky Ain’t wearing designer Everything trap symphony These niggas enemies Wanna be friend enemies Spanish little mama I tell her come Beni aki I go to the DR I f*ck em by 3 ah piece Judges like teaches They handing out sentences We us they them That’s the main differences And when i say us I mean that wit emphasis Taxing wit interests Need my percentages Want it off top Don’t care who ya niggas is Bentley’s n vets Then hop off ah jet We got it right now And still got next Came off the neck N still want sex Been at it foe hours N still get wet 3 bitches in the shower Yea I’m super fly Dash wit the Rollie Call it rush hour Pull up in a ghost Nah this ain’t power Shooter like Tommy All shots fired Gang like Michelin We all going ride Old Head cookout We all going slide From G5 to a G5 All the weed ever won’t get you this high Delta when i fly Land in 305 Hit my nigga ace Say we need a ride Mazzi n a wraith That’s how niggas ride Split it wit the gang We all get a pie Trying be like us That ain’t it No flash on Already lit Tell the bottle girl take this pic This the last time you going see this shit Ysl smell my drip It ain’t for you it’s for ya bitch Attitude on steroids Outfit cost a bitcoin