Last Real Trap Rapper Bankroll Freddie
"Last Real Trap Rapper" by Bankroll Freddie, released in 2021, is a #HipHop track that highlights themes of authenticity, street life, and resilience in the rap game. The lyrics emphasize the struggle and determination of remaining true to one's roots amidst changing trends. Its catchy hooks and trap beats contribute to its vibrant sound, resonating with fans and reinforcing Freddie's status in contemporary rap culture.
[Intro]
Yeah, Bankroll
Haha, yeah, (Play that shit, 4)
Ayy, Heavy, turn the beat up, though
[Verse 1]
Nigga, I'm the last real trap rapper
Way too street, I don't like rappers
Nigga play with me, knock his hat backwards
Headshot a nigga, make his legs shatter
Bitch, I was rich before QC
Kept good quality, controlled the streets
Big dawg, nigga, ain't no ho in me
Never see a nigga lil' boying me
Bought a hundred pound when I got my first rap check
Busting down bowls 'fore my shows, I'm a trap vet
Richard Millie but I kinda wanna get a Patek
Neck hella icy, filled that bitch up with baguettes
No plain jane, told Wafi and them bust that
If you shoot at me, that's a fact, I'ma bust back
Hundred some rounds in my chop, boy, don't touch that
Last nigga play, boy, he dead, I'ma hush that
I'm a trap nigga, still gettin' packs in
Still getting booked, getting backends
Louie duffel bag what the racks in
Trap nigga gear, Air Maxing
Feet kicked up, I'm relaxing
Bowls disappear when that pack in
Hundred some pounds came vacuumed
Real deal trapper, I ain't acting
Yeah, Bankroll
Haha, yeah, (Play that shit, 4)
Ayy, Heavy, turn the beat up, though
[Verse 1]
Nigga, I'm the last real trap rapper
Way too street, I don't like rappers
Nigga play with me, knock his hat backwards
Headshot a nigga, make his legs shatter
Bitch, I was rich before QC
Kept good quality, controlled the streets
Big dawg, nigga, ain't no ho in me
Never see a nigga lil' boying me
Bought a hundred pound when I got my first rap check
Busting down bowls 'fore my shows, I'm a trap vet
Richard Millie but I kinda wanna get a Patek
Neck hella icy, filled that bitch up with baguettes
No plain jane, told Wafi and them bust that
If you shoot at me, that's a fact, I'ma bust back
Hundred some rounds in my chop, boy, don't touch that
Last nigga play, boy, he dead, I'ma hush that
I'm a trap nigga, still gettin' packs in
Still getting booked, getting backends
Louie duffel bag what the racks in
Trap nigga gear, Air Maxing
Feet kicked up, I'm relaxing
Bowls disappear when that pack in
Hundred some pounds came vacuumed
Real deal trapper, I ain't acting
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