Trap Star lyrics

Aye you heard I'm a Trap Star, Trapstar

Whipping up that work Im a trap star

Ay, Im a trap star

[Hook]

Im Whippin up that work im a trap star

I Speed on the cops in a fast car

Im tryna leave the club with a porn star

You Run off with that work you won't get far

They gone find yo ass in a grave yard

I dont give a fuck bitch im cold hard

You run up on me wrong better think smart

Bitch im from out west we hide yo body parts

[Verse 1]

I fell up in the club buy the whole bar

She wanna take a picture with superstar

I just put some diamonds on a gold clock

I Just put some new bodies on a old Glock

I just put a block on old thot

Remeber runnin from the cops had the block hot

And i remember stuffin Knots in a shoe box

And i remember sellin rocks out my moms lot

Poppin pills pray to god my heart dont stop

And you been tweakin if you thinkin im gon stop

Pull up a jeweller paid a knot for this gold watch

Talkin bout them blue cheese hundreds I get a whole lot

I was sellin drugs at like sixteen

I grew up as a thug but i still had big dreams

They dont wanna see me gettin money with my whole team

And they dont want to see a youngin on that big screen

[Hook]

Whippin up that work im a trap star

I Speed on the cops in a fast car

Im tryna leave the club with a porn star

You Run off with that work you won't get far

They gone find yo ass in a grave yard

I dont give a fuck bitch im cold hard

You run up on me wrong better think smart

Bitch im from out west we hide yo body parts

[Verse 2]

Lil Nigga Im cut liek a deck of cards

Im trying to have a minaj with Nicki Minaj

Growing up in the ghetto it left me with scars

So we carry heavy metal like Steven Seagal

We put that white widow in backwood cigars

Put that pedal to the metal in a foreign car

Servin Ps out that drop I got straight drop

This bitches di me in a shovel cause my name hot

I just put a bruise on a crack pot

Lil nigga if you snooze you might get shot

Trappin out the vacant apartment did that a whole lot

Started at the bottom I made it I hit the Jackpot

Drinkin on this henny Im faded I drunk a whole lot

She suckin and she fuckin you cuffin that bitch a whole thot

They taught me real niggas move in silence dont talk a whole lot

I pulled up in that work to my car, look like a robot GANG, gang

• Artist:Lud Foe
• Album:Single (2016)