Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song real trap nigga, artist - K$upreme. Date of issue: 10.02.2022
Song language: English
real trap nigga |
| Real trap nigga, always got the s- |
| Real trap nigga, always got my scale |
| Real trap nigga, always got my, yeah |
| (You know my beat came from Strong cause it’s) |
| Real trap nigga, always got my, phew |
| Real trap nigga, always got my scale |
| Real trap nigga, always got my, yeah |
| (I love this shit Nino) |
| Real trap nigga, always got my scale |
| Priority shipping, get that in the mail |
| It was me and my Glock riding around by myself |
| How could I trust you bitch? |
| I don’t trust myself |
| Everyday get to the racks, I’ma add to the wealth |
| Popping a Perc like it’s good for my health |
| Trap, grab the K' off the shelf |
| R.I.P. |
| Virgil, drip Louis V. belt |
| Selling these bags, these bitches ain’t gon' sell they self |
| I’m A.O.B. |
| make her sell herself |
| She ain’t got no dope, paid the hoe to the left |
| This Shark too loud, I can’t hear you, I’m deaf |
| I’m chasing that money til' I take my last breath |
| Hop out the bed and I’m chasing the check |
| Fully turnt when it’s flooded, my neck |
| Glock .26 with a baby tec |
| Off the drank driving, hope I don’t wreck |
| Real trap nigga, always got my scale |
| Priority shipping, get that in the mail |
| It was me and my Glock riding around by myself |
| How could I trust you bitch? |
| I don’t trust myself |
| Everyday get to the racks, I’ma add to the wealth |
| Popping a Perc like it’s good for my health |
| Trap, grab the K' off the shelf |
| R.I.P. |
| Virgil, drip Louis V. belt |
| Real trap ni- |
| Real trap nigga, always got my |
| Real trap nigga, always got my scale |
| Sold dope in the rain, heat, snow, hail |
| Niggas want smoke but can’t inhale |
| First brick of white I seen was pale |
| the pen and thirty for the bale |
| ain’t come home cause' he ain’t get bale |
| 14 went to jail for a sale |
| Weigh it off the eye don’t need a scale |
| I’m where the money at damn I left a trail |
| I’m married to the money, I know she want the trail |
| class used to fail |
| Mom kicked me out when she seen the |
| my package |
| Grinch on fashion |
| Why I need a shooter if I’m gon' blast him? |
| I know a real bitch all plastic |
| Real trap nigga, always got my scale |
| Priority shipping, get that in the mail |
| It was me and my Glock riding around by myself |
| How could I trust you bitch? |
| I don’t trust myself |
| Everyday get to the racks, I’ma add to the wealth |
| Popping a Perc like it’s good for my health |
| Trap, grab the K' off the shelf |
| R.I.P. |
| Virgil, drip Louis V. belt |