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(Ear Drummers)
Yeah
True that and you niggas know it (yeah)
I ain't know I could get this far, just a dope boy out the bottom
Yeah, mom said, "You a superstar," I told her, "I'm a trap star"
In Miami, ridin' foreign, old-school in the backyard
Cheatin' on my bitch with this Tris, I just keep pouring
Money pilin' up, gettin' long, I'ma keep going
12 get behind me in this car, I'ma keep flowing (vroom)
Bad bitches shootin' they shot at me, yeah, they free-throwing
My nigga on probation for some years and he keep blowing
My white boy go to Ole Miss, he want some Bubba, tax his ass
They ask me how I do this shit, I came up off turkey bags
I'll call you when them 'bows hit, I'm makin' plays like Jackson Ave
Nigga can't out-trap me, I was wrappin' 'fore I was rappin', nigga
I just changed my number, phone still jumpin', I got clientele (yeah)
30 days and 30 nights, blew up on 'em in 60 days
I ain't worried 'bout fallin' off, nigga, I got powerplays
Advance checks, trucks pullin' up, rap or trap today? (Yeah)
I ain't know I could get this far, just a dope boy out the bottom
Yeah, mom said, "You a superstar," I told her, "I'm a trap star"
In Miami, ridin' foreign, old-school in the backyard
Cheatin' on my bitch with this Tris, I just keep pouring
Money pilin' up, gettin' long, I'ma keep going
12 get behind me in this car, I'ma keep flowing (vroom)
Bad bitches shootin' they shot at me, yeah, they free-throwing (yeah)
My nigga on probation for some years and he keep blowing
Yeah