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trap star - ebk jaaybo 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 k!ll 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 k!llers ’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 don [?], 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 k!ll 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 k!llers ’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

- ebk jaaybo lyrics

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