Trap Star Lifestyle Ralo

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[Chorus]
Trap star lifestyle, might don't make it
Wake up every morning moving bricks on probation
I don't like to talk if money ain't the conversation
Baby mama talkin', tell that bitch to keep hating
Whip it whip it whip it 'til my whip cost me a hundred thou
I'm here to run it up and watch these haters run they mouth
I don't fuck with fuck niggas, I am so racist
I will shoot a fuck nigga quick with no patience

[Verse 1]
I ain't like to go to school like the white boy
But I sold the dog food to the white boy
They knew that I could fuck any bitch if I like her
She keep it solid, I promise to do us right for
Mama stop cryin', man your son gon' make it
Every single dime that I get I promise to save it
Remember all them times that I told you we gon' escape it
Now every time I see her she say she proud of her baby
I don't like to move unless I'm movin' for somebody
I don't like to lose 'cause I been losing too much money
I can't trust a bitch 'cause they too stupid for some money
I'm not a fan of a niggas, I'm a groupie for some money

[Chorus]
Trap star lifestyle, might don't make it
Wake up every morning moving bricks on probation
I don't like to talk if money ain't the conversation
Baby mama talkin', tell that bitch to keep hating
Whip it whip it whip it 'til my whip cost me a hundred thou
I'm here to run it up and watch these haters run they mouth
I don't fuck with fuck niggas, I am so racist
I will shoot a fuck nigga quick with no patience