Bankroll Freddie — Last Real Trap Rapper

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[Intro]
Yeah
Play that shit

[Verse 1]
Nigga I’m the last real trap rapper
Way to street ion 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 hoe in me
Never see a nigga lil boying me
Bought 100 pound when I got my first rap check
Busting down bowls for my shows trap vett
Richie millie but kinda wanna cop me a Patek
Neck hella icy filled that bitch up with baguettes
No plan jane told wafi gone bust that
If you shoot at me that’s a fact ima bust back
100 some round chop boy don’t touch that
Last nigga playboy he dead ima hush that
Trap nigga still get packs in
Still getting booked getting backends
Louie double bag what them racks in
Trap nigga gear air maxing
Kick feet I’m relaxing
Bowls disappear when that packs
100 some pounds came vacuum
Real deal trapper I ain’t acting
[Chorus]
Nigga I’m the last real trap rapper
Gone ask the streets they gone trap stamp him
Nigga I’m the last real trap rapper
What you tryna buy and I deliver
Nigga I’m the last real trap rapper
Rocky balboa beat the pack nigga
Nigga I’m the last real trap rapper
Well well well known fact nigga
Nigga I’m the last real trap rapper
Last real trap rapper
Last real trap rapper
Last real trap rapper
Last real trap rapper
Last real trap rapper
Last real trap rapper
Last real
Nigga I’m the last real trap rapper
Rocky balboa beat the pack nigga
Nigga I’m the last real trap rapper
Go and ask the streets they gone stamp nigga

[Verse 2]
448 what’s that a pound 25 come and get it now
224 that’s a half bowl
When you run out come and get some more
112 nigga that’s a QP, well round here we call them cuties
Arkansas boss young big meech
Plug out west rolling 60 (R.I.P. Nip)
Trap money get that shit count it up and rubberband dat
Worldwide with the all round I expand that
Got some money that you owe me better unhand that
Up the Glock on your ass show me where your hands at
Got damn that nigga dead you can’t get your mans back
Hit your block with the chop get your klan wack
New Glock it’s a fully gotta double hand
Send bowls through the air tell me where to land
[Chorus]
Nigga I’m the last real trap rapper
Last real trap rapper
Last real trap rapper
Last real
Nigga I’m the last real trap rapper
Last real trap rapper
Last real trap rapper
Last real
Nigga I’m the last real trap rapper
Rocky balboa beat the pack nigga
Nigga I’m the last real trap rapper
Gone ask the streets they gone stamp nigga