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40 shiesty - trapstar turnt popstar lyrics

[intro]
trapstar turnt popstar
yeah
yeah
teegotgas
mello made it right
djbeatsonfire
srt wick

[chorus]
mama, i’m a trapstar turnt popstar
i was thuggin’ thru the days with a f+ckin’ chop
n+ggas don’t want no smoke cause my f+ckin’ glock
i’ma trapstar forever if a n+gga hate it then oh well
i make sure n+ggas bleed
f+ck 12, i run from em
mama, i’m a trapstar turnt popstar
i was thuggin’ thru the days with a f+ckin’ chop
n+ggas don’t want no smoke cause my f+ckin’ glock
stay in yo lane it’s that simple

[verse]
i was thuggin’
not a b+tch could be me
i’m thinkin’ ’bout paintin’ the city (uh+huh)
i might do a hit out the bentley (boom)
all in her mouth but my kids on her titties (boom, boom, boom)
all of my n+ggas, they crazy and deli (yeah)
my lil’ b+tch act like keisha from belly (yeah)
mind on that murder, i’m screamin’ free melly
can’t do no free featurеs, lil’ n+gga, just zelle me (just zеlle me, uh, huh?)
i’m thinkin’ ’bout buyin’ the rover (vroom, vroom)
i’m thinkin’ ’bout runnin’ ’em over (skrr)
then do a hit, probably blow out the motor (boom, boom, boom)
i saw your b+tch and i told her, “come closer” (come here, uh+huh)
i ran it up, did this sh+t like i’m ‘posed to (just like i’m ‘posed to, uh+huh)
he actin’ tough, put that boy on a poster (boy on a poster, boom)
she wanna f+ck, so i crack, then i ghost
see, i got my chain from izzy (uh+huh)
and, b+tch, i’m a gangster, really (uh+huh)
won’t fight, i tote a glizzy (what? uh+huh)
and if you want smoke, then, b+tch, come and get it (boom, boom)
on the blocks when i get to the city (oh yeah)
everyone be smilin’, they miss me (uh+huh)
all the hoes that pass me be whisperin’ (oh yeah)
“girl, that n+gga von can get it” (on gang)
see, i’m so street and, b+tch, i’m dangerous
if you ain’t k!lled n0body, you can’t hang with us (boom, boom, boom)
ain’t tryna kick it, boy, i heard you snitchin’ (nah, nah)
all my old hoes say i been changin’ up
i won’t lack, keep my banger tucked (uh+huh)
and all you old rappers need to hang it up (uh+huh)
and they don’t tote fifties ’cause they ain’t gettin’ busy
boy, these n+ggas ain’t the same as us
real trapstar, n+gga, not no rapstar

[outro]
trapstar turnt popstar
(i was thuggin’ thru the days with a f+ckin’ chop)
(n+ggas don’t no smoke cause my f+ckin’ glock)

- 40 shiesty lyrics

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