CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Last Real Trap Rapper
Yeah, Bankroll
Haha, yeah, (Play that sh*t, 4)
Ayy, Heavy, turn the beat up, though
n***a, I'm the last real trap rapper
Way too street, I don't like rappers
n***a play with me, knock his hat backwards
Headshot a n***a, make his legs shatter
b*t*h, I was rich before QC
Kept good quality, controlled the streets
Big dawg, n***a, ain't no ho in me
Never see a n***a lil' boying me
Bought a hundred pound when I got my first rap check
Busting down bowls 'fore my shows, I'm a trap vet
Richard Millie but I kinda wanna get a Patek
Neck hella icy, filled that b*t*h up with baguettes
No plain jane, told Wafi and them bust that
If you shoot at me, that's a fact, I'ma bust back
Hundred some rounds in my chop, boy, don't touch that
Last n***a play, boy, he dead, I'ma hush that
I'm a trap n***a, still gettin' packs in
Still getting booked, getting backends
Louie duffel bag what the racks in
Trap n***a gear, Air Maxing
Feet kicked up, I'm relaxing
Bowls disappear when that pack in
Hundred some pounds came vacuumed
Real deal trapper, I ain't acting
n***a, I'm the last real trap rapper
Go and ask the streets, they gone trap stamp him
n***a, I'm the last real trap rapper
What you came to buy? And I deliver
n***a, I'm the last real trap rapper
Rocky Balboa, beat the pack n***a
n***a, I'm the last real trap rapper
Well, well, well-known fact n***a
n***a, I'm the last real trap rapper, last real trap rapper
Last real trap rapper, last real trap rapper
n***a, I'm the last real trap rapper, last real trap rapper
Last real trap rapper, last real—
n***a, I'm the last real trap rapper
Rocky Balboa, beat the pack, n***a
n***a, I'm the last real trap rapper
Go and ask the streets, they gone stamp, n***a
Four forty-eight, that's that a pound
Twenty-five, come and get it now
Two twenty-four, that's a half a bowl
When you run out, come and get some more
One twelve, n***a, that's a QP
Well, 'round here we call them cuties
Arkansas boss, young Big Meech
Plug out west Rollin' 60 (RIP Nip)
Trap n***a, get the sh*t, count it up and rubber band that
Worldwide with the cut, n***a, I expand that
Some money that you owe me, better unhand that
Up the Glock on his ass, show me where your hands at
Goddamn, a n***a dead, you can't get your man back
Hit your block with a chop, get your whole clan whacked
New Glock, it's a fully, gotta double hand that
Sending bowls through the air, tell me where to land at
n***a, I'm the last real trap rapper, last real trap rapper
Last real trap rapper, last real—
n***a, I'm the last real trap rapper, last real trap rapper
Last real trap rapper, last real—
n***a, I'm the last real trap rapper
Rocky Balboa, beat the pack, n***a
n***a, I'm the last real trap rapper
Go and ask the streets, they gone stamp, n***a
Big Bank, real deal trap
Haha, yeah, (Play that sh*t, 4)
Ayy, Heavy, turn the beat up, though
n***a, I'm the last real trap rapper
Way too street, I don't like rappers
n***a play with me, knock his hat backwards
Headshot a n***a, make his legs shatter
b*t*h, I was rich before QC
Kept good quality, controlled the streets
Big dawg, n***a, ain't no ho in me
Never see a n***a lil' boying me
Bought a hundred pound when I got my first rap check
Busting down bowls 'fore my shows, I'm a trap vet
Richard Millie but I kinda wanna get a Patek
Neck hella icy, filled that b*t*h up with baguettes
No plain jane, told Wafi and them bust that
If you shoot at me, that's a fact, I'ma bust back
Hundred some rounds in my chop, boy, don't touch that
Last n***a play, boy, he dead, I'ma hush that
I'm a trap n***a, still gettin' packs in
Still getting booked, getting backends
Louie duffel bag what the racks in
Trap n***a gear, Air Maxing
Feet kicked up, I'm relaxing
Bowls disappear when that pack in
Hundred some pounds came vacuumed
Real deal trapper, I ain't acting
n***a, I'm the last real trap rapper
Go and ask the streets, they gone trap stamp him
n***a, I'm the last real trap rapper
What you came to buy? And I deliver
n***a, I'm the last real trap rapper
Rocky Balboa, beat the pack n***a
n***a, I'm the last real trap rapper
Well, well, well-known fact n***a
n***a, I'm the last real trap rapper, last real trap rapper
Last real trap rapper, last real trap rapper
n***a, I'm the last real trap rapper, last real trap rapper
Last real trap rapper, last real—
n***a, I'm the last real trap rapper
Rocky Balboa, beat the pack, n***a
n***a, I'm the last real trap rapper
Go and ask the streets, they gone stamp, n***a
Four forty-eight, that's that a pound
Twenty-five, come and get it now
Two twenty-four, that's a half a bowl
When you run out, come and get some more
One twelve, n***a, that's a QP
Well, 'round here we call them cuties
Arkansas boss, young Big Meech
Plug out west Rollin' 60 (RIP Nip)
Trap n***a, get the sh*t, count it up and rubber band that
Worldwide with the cut, n***a, I expand that
Some money that you owe me, better unhand that
Up the Glock on his ass, show me where your hands at
Goddamn, a n***a dead, you can't get your man back
Hit your block with a chop, get your whole clan whacked
New Glock, it's a fully, gotta double hand that
Sending bowls through the air, tell me where to land at
n***a, I'm the last real trap rapper, last real trap rapper
Last real trap rapper, last real—
n***a, I'm the last real trap rapper, last real trap rapper
Last real trap rapper, last real—
n***a, I'm the last real trap rapper
Rocky Balboa, beat the pack, n***a
n***a, I'm the last real trap rapper
Go and ask the streets, they gone stamp, n***a
Big Bank, real deal trap
