[Chorus: Certified Trapper]
Burberry, Bape, Palm Angels, got all kinda shit
You old-ass niggas tryna catch up, can't compare to this
Ayy, it's too pretty white bitches sittin' on my counter, bitch
Runnin' through them chickens, so the plug know what time it is
Run a nigga down in the new Travis Scott kicks
In the Zoom call talkin' numbers, finna rock some shit
Last fuck nigga played crazy had to die and shit
Everybody know Certified Trapper got that shit
[Verse 1: Certified Trapper]
Big Drac' on me, E-brake, this'll stop your whip
A lot of ho niggas talkin' down 'cause I knocked they bitch
Hand-me-down watch and chain, boy, that's not your shit
Come across your body, I'ma put the red dot on it
Little-ass nigga, what, you ain't heard?
You popped a pink ten? You scared of the Percs?
Boy, I'm flyin' through the wind, get your ass hurt
Ayy, two Glock 9s, this a twin
Flawless diamonds in my mouth and they dance
Bitch, you know I went to Johnny, spent them bands
Everything I got came from Johnny and it dance
Bitch, I got them G's, I ain't spend no damn advance
If I shitbag your ass, bet you get up on the stand
[Chorus: Certified Trapper]
Burberry, Bape, Palm Angels, got all kinda shit
You old-ass niggas tryna catch up, can't compare to this
Ayy, it's too pretty white bitches sittin' on my counter, bitch
Runnin' through them chickens, so the plug know what time it is
Run a nigga down in the new Travis Scott kicks
In the Zoom call talkin' numbers, finna rock some shit
Last fuck nigga played crazy had to die and shit
Everybody know Certified Trapper got that shit
Burberry, Bape, Palm Angels, got all kinda shit
You old-ass niggas tryna catch up, can't compare to this
Ayy, it's too pretty white bitches sittin' on my counter, bitch
Runnin' through them chickens, so the plug know what time it is
Run a nigga down in the new Travis Scott kicks
In the Zoom call talkin' numbers, finna rock some shit
Last fuck nigga played crazy had to die and shit
Everybody know Certified Trapper got that shit
[Verse 1: Certified Trapper]
Big Drac' on me, E-brake, this'll stop your whip
A lot of ho niggas talkin' down 'cause I knocked they bitch
Hand-me-down watch and chain, boy, that's not your shit
Come across your body, I'ma put the red dot on it
Little-ass nigga, what, you ain't heard?
You popped a pink ten? You scared of the Percs?
Boy, I'm flyin' through the wind, get your ass hurt
Ayy, two Glock 9s, this a twin
Flawless diamonds in my mouth and they dance
Bitch, you know I went to Johnny, spent them bands
Everything I got came from Johnny and it dance
Bitch, I got them G's, I ain't spend no damn advance
If I shitbag your ass, bet you get up on the stand
[Chorus: Certified Trapper]
Burberry, Bape, Palm Angels, got all kinda shit
You old-ass niggas tryna catch up, can't compare to this
Ayy, it's too pretty white bitches sittin' on my counter, bitch
Runnin' through them chickens, so the plug know what time it is
Run a nigga down in the new Travis Scott kicks
In the Zoom call talkin' numbers, finna rock some shit
Last fuck nigga played crazy had to die and shit
Everybody know Certified Trapper got that shit
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