Trap Star lyrics

[Intro]
(Ayy, Ecko, turn it up)
Yeah, ayy
f*ck it up lil' baby, you a trap star (Fly the Jett)
Last skit was a movie n*gga, that part, yeah
G Block, n*gga
Slo-Be Mode, n*gga
Kasino World, n*gga
n*ggas know how we bomin’ n*gga

[Chorus]
Ayy, ayy
f*ck it up lil' baby you a trap star
Last skit was a movie n*gga, that part, yeah
Shot a n*gga in his sh*t for tryna act hard
I don't associate with n*ggas that don’t kill n*ggas
Ain't never slip or rap about it, I don't feel n*ggas
I talk about the trenches in my songs 'cause I'm still in 'em
I caught one as an adolescence but don't feel different
Poured a four of Tris then dropped a pill in it
Keep it on me, left the house with fully switch, on the Gz I don't lack
How the f*ck did cuz survive and he took a dome tap?
Asked the killers ’bout me, in the county jail I’m on that
Don't hear mе talkin’ bout no gangster sh*t, you know my phone tapped

[Verse]
Out on bail on two anklеs, feds tryna grab a n*gga
Every time we lost one we hopped in load and grabbed a n*gga
Can tell you that I got skits, you ain't gotta ask them n*ggas
He not a real donk, but it's funk so I'ma crash to get him
Walked in a b*tch house with skeezy on
It’s a fee to f*ck with me
Can't argue with no sucker n*gga, I know I done touched a [?]
Don't send your lil' n*ggas to take pictures in the hood tell them bump with me
How you gon' troll me on the 'Gram I hit you with a six piece?
Can't tell me I ain't Damu , got scenes on that Crip street
Think I'm gon' f*ck the ho and she ain't get a bag? b*tch please
Left that n*gga with a zipper then he went and dissed me
Finally popped the n*gga I been droppin' on since I was fifteen
I pop another Tribe n*gga I'm gon' stop rapping
Only G n*gga with blood on the 5 so n*gga stop cappin'
Act like I don't got the drop, you know I got tactics
Got Dracy on me if they spin it do not matter
[Chorus]
Ayy, ayy
f*ck it up lil' baby you a trap star
Last skit was a movie n*gga, that part, yeah
Shot a n*gga in his sh*t for tryna act hard
I don't associate with n*ggas that don't kill n*ggas
Ain't never slip or rap about it, I don't feel n*ggas
I talk about the trenches in my songs 'cause I'm still in 'em
I caught one as an adolescence but don't feel different
Poured a four of Tris then dropped a pill in it
Keep it on me, left the house with fully switch, on the Gz I don't lack
How the f*ck did cuz survive and he took a dome tap?
Asked the killers 'bout me, in the county jail I'm on that
Don't hear me talkin' bout no gangster sh*t, you know my phone tapped