[Intro]
Trap n***a

[Verse]
Trap n***a, I don't come from the 'burbs
Put my phone on do not disturb
I get high as fuck when I'm shipping the work
Babygirl really want us to work
I used to stand by the curb
Smoking dope, I don't sip on the syrup
Only thing that I got is my word
Counting cheese, but I hate cheese curds
Walk down with a mag I got [?]
HK on me I'm a [?]
Fucked your bitch, yeah I know you miss her
I don't care about fucking her first
No Twitter, but that bitch a bird
Fuck jail, I can't be a jailbird
And I'm sipping on this drank it's dark
Cup look like Whoopi Goldberg
I got a root canal the other day
But that bitch still get on my nerves
N***a just knew it was [?]
With my [?], it will never be her
Young Duwap, teach you better than your mother can
Young Duwap, tryna be richer than the government
Did a lot of fucked up shit myself I gotta face my punishment
Sipping promethazine with codeine, no this shit is not a supplement
Can't compete with me you better going off to retirement
I like spinning on 12 so much I'm like, "damn, where my tires went?"
These hating hoes, please show some type of excitement, bitch
Y'all sneak dissing, I don't like that shit
Y'all killing? Go and shoot Zimmerman
[Chorus]
Black hoodie
I feel like Trayvon Martin
Pull off, Aston Martin
My chains look like skittles
Feel like Trayvon Martin
I feel like Trayvon Martin
Pull off, Aston Martin
My chains look like skittles
Feel like Trayvon Martin