[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