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Man, fuck rapping I don't need that shit, nigga Ay look (get in there) Real talk, I ain't even gotta rap As a matter of fact, after this track, I'm going right back to the trap Can't fuck with these niggas, they cap Um, I'm in the pot and I got it from scratch I hope they see me with the key to the Lexus Robbed with the strap Chickens in Memphis like Project Pat Bitch in the Fendi, but the bags in the Bentley Rockstar, he a outcast Shoes cost a nigga three stacks Nigga better check the stats I cut the pack like I'm Samurai Jack I want the Rarri, not the Hellcat Trapstar, where the bales at? You a rap nigga, you ain't sell packs Ay man, rockstar trapstar Difference between me and these rap niggas, like I don't even gotta rap That shit I trap for real Where them niggas is? What? Letras de cancionesHell nah, I ain't trying to rap with these niggas Wasn't on the block, they ain't firing shots I ain't never trapped with these niggas Hand like pistol whip with the backhand on these niggas Call up my youngins, I know they gon' get you Fresh every day like I'm taking a picture I caught your bitch and I'm taking her with me I'm in Australia with a bitch named Sydney I got the white girl, Lohan Lindsay Yeah, Marqo don't flex with them records, spin me Rockstar, John Lennon Chrome hearts and they tinted Pussy niggas get offended Fuck sending shots Nigga, I'm the hitter I don't fuck with these rap From Letras Mania