Rapper Not A Trapper Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
Oh my God
Shit
Alright, K2
Ayy, quit acting fake, depressed on IG, tryna seem real
I swear to God, that shit lame as fuck
You would really be surprised if I gave a fuck
How you calling him your mans? You gave him up
I know you see me still going up, y'all don't hate enough
Just dropped two fits, I ain't worried, call it a paper cut
Last 30 days, done stacked crazy, it's a paper month
Runtz hit my core, hot as hell, fuck the equator up
Double wrap the pack in the bookbag, but that shit reak still
Everybody wants some fast money, method T-Hill
So many blues got navy soldier pockets, I'm on Team Seals
You ain't did nothing with your life, you got a cheap will
It takes everything going bad to make a Meek Mill
Like I don't understand, you feel bad, but you cheat still?
Done made like 400 just this week off a feat deals
You straight face lying like the girl that the streets killed
I've ran the streets since I was young
The the streets killed me
Man, no the fuck they didn't
How the fuck you gon' take me down? I'm cutthroat committed
Blacked out off the Geeb hits, that's a dope invention
You fucked up, now you in steep shit, you on your own with this one
Shit, did this on my own, had to go and get some
These hoes really just ready to slime, life full of venom
They true colors come out in the light like a fucking prism
Like that one car at the gas station, you can feel the rhythm
Had to tell OG to chill, he losing his shit
Anyone my age could up this roll, but can't do it legit
You got to trap or got to scam, you can't rap for this
If you see me stressing over something, know it ain't bout no bitch
Today I'm feeling kinda plain, Nike all white kicks
Could call me Drayko David Blaine, cause I got all type tricks
Put me in an awkward situation, I'm like, "Aw type shit"
You need to hear the shit that I'm saying, so I'ma up my mids
But-but everything exotic, I don't blow mid-smoke
I put down the cancer stick, no, I don't smoke on those
Somebody make weed legal, you would have my vote
Dropped to number two, still number one, I just passed my song
Why the fuck you bring that up?bro that shit so old
Hotbox a hundred degrees, but the rap too cold
Waited patiently to get my turn like the last on hold
Even when I die, it ain't for sale, you can't have my soul
What the fuck?
Goddamn
Ayy, quit acting fake, depressed on IG, tryna seem real
I swear to God, that shit lame as fuck
You would really be surprised if I gave a fuck
How you calling him your mans? You gave him up
I know you see me still going up, y'all don't hate enough
Just dropped two fits, I ain't worried, call it a paper cut
Last 30 days, done stacked crazy, it's a paper month
Runtz hit my core, hot as hell, fuck the equator up
Bitch, Ha