Trap Stars ft. Merkules Lyrics

I'm a fuckin' rockstar, I'm goin' hard in the pain

And all they firin' is blanks, I've been climbin' up the ranks

You would think I'm Master P, the way I'm ridin' in a tank

I keep a train shooter with me when I drive up to the bank, whoa

If I make a call and they gon' show up, watch me dispatch it

Me and Wishmaster, we in rappers up like Ritz crackers

Willie went from sleepin' on the floor, now we in big mansions

We live the lavish, fuck around, we bench a bitch backwards

When it comes to remixes, I started to trend

Now all my opps all wanna be friends

Pardon your friends, I kept it real from the jump

So I don't gotta pretend

Your life insurance, what I got on my neck, aw, you upset

I know time on this, everything catch me bodyin' anything

I've been married to the streets, but I ain't buy her a wedding ring

I don't need no petty beef, so I don't like to get involved

Put your bras still in awe, cause I'm the pipe, Biggie Smalls

And you don't need a bathroom stall to read the writing on the walls

I've been loyal since the soil, catch me ridin' with my squad

I do it from the heart, I put my passion in the shit

Cause I grew up on the corner with a count of cold like Chris

Blue and Merkules, the rap game Hercules

Pistol in your mouth while you're down on your knees

Run the jewels fool, grab the cash and the stash

Lock him in the trunk, we'll take his punk out with the trash

Blue and Merkules, the rap game Hercules

Pistol in your mouth while you're down on your knees

Run the jewels fool, grab the cash and the stash

Lock him in the trunk, we'll take his punk out with the trash

Fat like Pat, big like Pokey, Hawk Moe and Steve

I'm a pimp like C, I do it for the homies that's deceased

My trigger finger twitchin', that's why I keep the glock off safety

I go to all nude strip clubs, cause I don't wanna see pasties

I'm on Interstate 10, runnin' from the laws again

I killed the headlights and disappeared in the wind

Gucci shoes on my feet with a crease in my jeans

Headed to a show down in New Orleans

My girl just left me and she stole my chain

Gold diggin' bitches need to stay out my lane

Tryin' to get paid off this rappin' shit

It's back to the trap if I don't produce a hit

Now I'm back in the trap, tryin' to get high

I don't know why I live this kind of life

Straight from the gutter, I'm a bad motherfucker

Pistol to your head, I caught you slippin' with a clucker

Blue and Merkules, the rap game Hercules

Pistol in your mouth while you're down on your knees

Run the jewels fool, grab the cash and the stash

Lock him in the trunk, we'll take his punk out with the trash

Blue and Merkules, the rap game Hercules

Pistol in your mouth while you're down on your knees

Run the jewels fool, grab the cash and the stash

Lock him in the trunk, we'll take his punk out with the trash

Blue and Merkules, the rap game Hercules

Pistol is still in your mouth while you're down on your knees

Run the jewels fool, grab the cash and the stash

Lock him in the trunk, we'll take his punk out with the trash

Blue and Merkules, the rap game Hercules

Pistol in your mouth while you're down on your knees

Run the jewels fool, grab the cash and the stash

Lock him in the trunk, we'll take his punk out with the trash