K$upreme, Big Yaya - real trap nigga

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Real trap nigga, always got the s-
Real trap nigga, always got my scale
Real trap nigga, always got my, yeah
(You know my beat came from Strong cause it’s)
Real trap nigga, always got my, phew
Real trap nigga, always got my scale
Real trap nigga, always got my, yeah
(I love this shit Nino)
Real trap nigga, always got my scale
Priority shipping, get that in the mail
It was me and my Glock riding around by myself
How could I trust you bitch? I don’t trust myself
Everyday get to the racks, I’ma add to the wealth
Popping a Perc like it’s good for my health
Trap, grab the K' off the shelf
R.I.P. Virgil, drip Louis V. belt
Selling these bags, these bitches ain’t gon' sell they self
I’m A.O.B. make her sell herself
She ain’t got no dope, paid the hoe to the left
This Shark too loud, I can’t hear you, I’m deaf
I’m chasing that money til' I take my last breath
Hop out the bed and I’m chasing the check
Fully turnt when it’s flooded, my neck
Glock .26 with a baby tec
Off the drank driving, hope I don’t wreck
Real trap nigga, always got my scale
Priority shipping, get that in the mail
It was me and my Glock riding around by myself
How could I trust you bitch? I don’t trust myself
Everyday get to the racks, I’ma add to the wealth
Popping a Perc like it’s good for my health
Trap, grab the K' off the shelf
R.I.P. Virgil, drip Louis V. belt
Real trap ni-
Real trap nigga, always got my
Real trap nigga, always got my scale
Sold dope in the rain, heat, snow, hail
Niggas want smoke but can’t inhale
First brick of white I seen was pale
the pen and thirty for the bale
ain’t come home cause' he ain’t get bale
14 went to jail for a sale
Weigh it off the eye don’t need a scale
I’m where the money at damn I left a trail
I’m married to the money, I know she want the trail
class used to fail
Mom kicked me out when she seen the
my package
Grinch on fashion
Why I need a shooter if I’m gon' blast him?
I know a real bitch all plastic
Real trap nigga, always got my scale
Priority shipping, get that in the mail
It was me and my Glock riding around by myself
How could I trust you bitch? I don’t trust myself
Everyday get to the racks, I’ma add to the wealth
Popping a Perc like it’s good for my health
Trap, grab the K' off the shelf
R.I.P. Virgil, drip Louis V. belt