[?] 3 pointer, Trae Young
On the stage they give me standing ovation
Somewhere in a bungalow chilling in Asia
Like I’m the terminator, run for the mayor
Jordan’s on my feet, Bugs Bunny Hares
Gotta pay me 500 you wanna breathe my air
Almost shot a fan cause he wanna stare
[?] yes that be cologne
Put him in the air like a cone
Imma sell drugs in the school zone
Lay a n***a flat like a futon
Traphouse looking like a group home
Serve him, I ain’t even have my shoes on
Burn a block down then we move on
Imma have to show you what we do homes
I’m a trapstar in the lax
I be pushing work, no sweat
My [?] don’t get wet
You get outta line, imma hit ya snooze b***on
Fake a** trapper ain’t move nothin’
B*t*h a** gangster ain’t shoot nothin’
From a block away you hear the coupe comin’
I been spending that new money
N***a need to put they b*t*h up
I can’t [?]
B*t*h don’t get me mixed up
Me, P, one of a kind
Chill b*t*h, one at a time
Wakanda, 300 in line
Mm, sippy time
All this sh*t here really mine
I ain’t got no bigger nine
I need the 50 now
B*t*h is you really down?
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