Trap Star

(album: Kaine's Mansion 5 - 2016)

I be flipping packs, you know I'm a trap star
Pull up on that nigga you know I be toting the AR
I be in the kitchen, I be selling bricks and bars
I be in the cut, hopping out the foreign cars

Ice up in my cup, Jolly ranchers in my cup
Fuck the law, never gave no fuck
Pull up on him with the.30 tucked
You can find me at the trap, you can find me counting dubs
Got yo' bitch up at my house, please come get her out my tub, yeah
Niggas acting dumb, but don't ever try yo' luck
Niggas hating on me just like I was Donald Trump
Ayy, but fuck Donald Trump, you can find me in the slums
I be tryna get the money, I don't wanna find no love, nahh
I be pouring fo's, you niggas pouring twos
Codeine in my juice, I came from the zoo, yahh

I stepped into the door, I smell like a four
Nigga you's a bitch, turn yo' hoe into a whore
Damn

Codeine on the floor, Codeine in my fours
Yo' girl text my phone, like Duwap I'm so sore
I got so much hoes they outta control
Yo' girl on the pole, now she on my phone
Tryna hit my line, I'ma press decline
That bitch so annoying, she gotta give me time
Some of these ho's be fine, but some of these ho's be lying
She be calling me bae, girl you must be outta yo' mind
Gotta get the mula, all about the mula
I be in the kitchen, I gotta manuever
Cooling in the cut, on the South with my shooters
I be making plays making Juggs off computers

Gotta get the money, gotta get the money, gotta get the money
Gotta get the money, gotta get the money, gotta get the money
Gotta get the money, gotta get the money, gotta get the money
Ayy, gotta get the money, gotta get the money, gotta get the money
Ayy, gotta get the money, gotta get the money, gotta get the money
Gotta get the money, gotta get the money, gotta get the money
Gotta get the money, gotta get the money, gotta get the money, aye