Текст Ralo – Trap Star Lifestyle
Текст:
Trap star lifestyle, might don’t make it
Wake up every morning moving bricks on probation
I don’t like to talk if money ain’t the conversation
Baby mama talkin’, tell that bitch to keep hating
I’m here to run it up and watch these haters run they mouth
I don’t fuck with fuck niggas, I am so racist
I will shoot a fuck nigga quick with no patience
I ain’t like to go to school like the white boy
But I sold the dog food to the white boy
They knew that I could fuck any bitch if I like her
She keep it solid, I promise to do us right for
Mama stop cryin’, man your son gon’ make it
Every single dime that I get I promise to save it
Remember all them times that I told you we gon’ escape it
Now every time I see her she say she proud of her baby
I don’t like to move unless I’m movin’ for somebody
I don’t like to lose ’cause I been losing too much money
I can’t trust a bitch ’cause they too stupid for some money
I’m not a fan of a niggas, I’m a groupie for some money
Trap star lifestyle, might don’t make it
Wake up every morning moving bricks on probation
I don’t like to talk if money ain’t the conversation
Baby mama talkin’, tell that bitch to keep hating
Whip it whip it whip it ’til my whip cost me a hundred thou
I’m here to run it up and watch these haters run they mouth
I don’t fuck with fuck niggas, I am so racist
I will shoot a fuck nigga quick with no patience
I ain’t good at sellin’ records but I’m good at sellin’ bricks
Every time I went to jail I promise I ain’t tell ’em shit
Every place I ever went they treat me like the president
My pockets full of green, I do this for the team
I am a king, I bought them everything and put them on the D
Oh that’s the dream, they know I got that sack with me
I’m important, bitch ask for me
I succeeded happily, why the fuck is you mad at me?
Why is you mad, you should be happy that I made it
They did me bad and I ain’t got nothin’ to say to them
They want me back but I promise I’m not gon’ play with them
If they try to taste it the next letter gon’ be K for them
Trap star lifestyle, might don’t make it
Wake up every morning moving bricks on probation
I don’t like to talk if money ain’t the conversation
Baby mama talkin’, tell that bitch to keep hating
Whip it whip it whip it ’til my whip cost me a hundred thou
I’m here to run it up and watch these haters run they mouth
I don’t fuck with fuck niggas, I am so racist
I will shoot a fuck nigga quick with no patience
Trap star lifestyle, might don’t make it
Wake up every morning moving bricks on probation
I don’t like to talk if money ain’t the conversation
Baby mama talkin’, tell that bitch to keep hating
Whip it whip it whip it ’til my whip cost me a hundred thou
I’m here to run it up and watch these haters run they mouth
I don’t fuck with fuck niggas, I am so racist
I will shoot a fuck nigga quick with no patience
