Str8 Riddim

[Intro]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, you know what it is

AJ Tracey, Trapstar ting, you get me?

What we saying? What we got for them? Yo

Uh, look, look, look

[Verse]

I'm a trap boy, I wear Trapstar

I do map work, I'm a map star

Real recognise real, you're an actor

I've got a couple guys and they wanna catch ya

I like slim tings, I like thick too

I'm from the western, that's what I'm into

Bro gets nicked, I get nicked too

Got my teeth dem shining like an igloo

You see me, rudeboy? I'm a whole next nigga

Hundred bags tryna chase that figure

Done said that I jumped off of the road ting

But I relapsed cuh the price got thinner

Won't see man in an LV belt

It's a tracksuit ting till I make that dinner

Stack [?], that's the life of a winner

Free my bro doing five as a winger

Soon touch road but for now I'm grinding

So when he lands curb, I'mma dash man a pinner

Dash a whole Z on a runner, if he runs

Nab that yout in the back of a ringer

Little blue phone or an old school ringer

Feds think that I am the local sinner

Block's hot [?] cause I rap, son

Soon find out who's the local singer

I'm a cool guy, you can ask my mum

But if you violate me

I'll bring a whole next ting to your rasclart drum

Don't spit crud bars if you're soft, that's dumb

G check anyone's dad or son

Last prick chatting like say he was a badman

Got touched up like the local slut

Dumb prick could've kept the vocal shut

This next bar's gonna touch man's heart

If you're big man like 30 and you got a yout

Then stay in your bloodclart yard

Stop chatting bare shit tryna front all hard

First chance man'll get a one yellow card

Act up again, that's a straight red card

Take man straight off the pitch, no bars

Ten toes ting when on the curb or cars

Man'll get their headtop buss if they're cheeky

Don't chat bad about road if you're neeky

Bare threats but them man hide when they see me

I'll be in the same West 10 if you need me

You man talk 'nuff like a female

Send me your bitch-made comments at email

Say that you trap but you're working in retail

You ain't never dropped pebs by the seashell

You ain't never sat down in a fiend's yard

One McDonalds breakfast in your tum

You know that you've been there time

And you're shook cause you think that the feds might come

Thinking you don't wanna hurt man

But for the fam, I'll press that gun

How many times have I rid? That's a myth, fam

You don't have to guess that one

You ain't ever had an OG bring the flake down

Show you how to stretch that one

You ain't ever been out when a man's beating shots

Just to test that one

If you think that I'm mixed-race that I lack

Then you'll have the peakest shock

I was going sets with the shaver

Taking dip holes in the deepest top

I show bad gyal how to clean my room

Show good girl how to eat this cock

Call my cuz, no long, he'll fly like

"Yo Trace, I'm down to sweep this mop"

Got bare real niggas round that'll ride

Ride on guys and'll ride a bird

I've got new 21s that'll light a nerd

A couple crud chicks round to supply the herb

All of my bruddas move close to a smoke ting

Too many niggas in jail, that's a joke ting

My G came home after a 2 and a half

Not a week, went back for a poking

All of these fiends need food, no joking

You can say that you hate trap niggas but

But we ain't going nowhere as long as they're smoking

We need the papes and they need the po ting

When you try indirect man

Us man are preeing like hahaha

I don't believe anything that you say

I could point out your fake bars bar-by-bar

I showed my Egyptian ting to my akhs

Dem all saying mashallah

Really, I should settle down with a good girl

But I need Ps and the times are hard