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fbg young - true trapper lyrics

[intro]
i don’t like you flaky+ass rappers, what?
uh, fake+ass trapper
bluffin’, bussin’ fake choppers
godumb

[chorus]
i don’t like you flaky+ass rappers
i’ll f+ck your b+tch ’cause i’m a trapper (trap, trap, trap, trap)
them margiela’s buffoon, cap, n+ggas cappin’
i eat, sh+t, sleep with automatics (do+do+do, do+do+do, woah)
spent your rent on a b+tch fashion
i heard it ain’t trickin’ if you got it (yeah, we gettin’ it and we got it)
new louis bag, yeah, she got it (yeah, yeah)
gas bags came sealed (godumb), that’s how we got it (huh?)
[verse 1]
rubberband band ya (yeah)
flex so hard, can’t stand you (yeah)
need some gwop, my hands itch (huh?)
stuff it ’til it can’t fit (woah)
d+ck so big, it can’t fit (woah)
ain’t no b+tch i can’t hit
ain’t nowhere i can’t trap
i can’t rap, b+tch, this ain’t rap (what?)
sell a pound in a day (what?)
smoke a pound every day (woah)
f+cked that b+tch from the back (yeah, yeah)
’cause i hate to see her face (yeah)
balenciaga’s, f+ck margiela’s (swag)
i been swaggin’ since ya met me (swag)
keep my gun, that’s wherever (do+do+do)
catch me lackin’, that’s a never (dah, dah, dah)
headshot, face shot, back shot, stretch him (huh?)
arm shot, leg shot, chest shot, wet him
i ain’t make a dollar off rap (facts)
b+tch, i eat, sleep, sh+t in the trap (facts)
so hard, why you flexin’ like that? (how i’m flexin’? flexin’ hard)

[chorus]
i don’t like you flaky+ass rappers
i’ll f+ck your b+tch ’cause i’m a trapper (trap, trap, trap, trap)
them margiela’s buffoon, cap, n+ggas cappin’
i eat, sh+t, sleep with automatics (do+do+do, do+do+do, woah)
spent your rent on a b+tch fashion
i heard it ain’t trickin’ if you got it (yeah, we gettin’ it and we got it)
new louis bag, yeah, she got it
gas bags came sealed, that’s how we got it (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
[verse 2]
i got double ds (chops), just them hundred+shot drums (chops)
i got handguns ’cause i grew up in the slums
you ain’t got no funds (no), bein’ broke was never fun (no)
i never sold a zip until my daddy gave me one (trap)
quarterback, uh+huh, i be catchin’ plays (huh?)
everything gettin’ flushed if tow truck tryna raid (uh)
off my ass are balmain’s and i stuff ’em with them bands, n+gga
runnin’ through that money, paper cuts all on my hands, n+gga
tooka gang, we walk up gang (tooka gang)
that’s ruger gang, ain’t playin’ with you (tooka gang)
mello ballin’ hard and i ain’t see a deal
they love you when it’s beneficial
when you broke, ain’t f+ckin’ witcha (facts)
flaky+ass rappers, i ain’t f+ckin’ witcha (facts)

- fbg young lyrics

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