Real Trap Baby (Remastered)

the street ain't sweet baby real trap babies you know I'm a real trap baby dunkin my blunt in the lean buncha dead bodies surroundin me all the real trap babies up look at the murders in the city shits deep for the bodies in the city we get no sleep we shoot shoot shoot we don't talk we rob rob rob we don't starve walkin through the valley of death with a gun in my drawers thinkin bout the homies I lost smokin til a ngga get dizzy these nggas here green as a motherfuckin lizard what they call fake we call real ngga keep a firearm on me for you ill nggas they got bitches out here tellin stories snitch nggas got a 10 on the 40 with the steel trigger let the fiends run the bands up this shit be gettin out of hand bruh the real trap babies up all the real trap babies up the real trap babies up all the real trap babies up the real trap babies up real nggas in this shit gettin clout fake nggas in this shit gettin out real nggas in this shit goin up fake nggas in this shit goin down real nggas in this shit stayin solid fake nggas in this shit runnin they mouth the opps say they gon do somethin doubt it the opps say they gon shoot somethin doubt it trap houses boomin bricks come out of it what you gon do if you got it lil baby ayy what you gon do if you got it I'm tellin you it's a real trap baby ayy they know how we rockin it's real trap babies ayy and you know how we rockin it's real trap babies [© Mr.Meow🐈‍⬛ 2025]