Blaerman - Trapstar Lyrics

Yea yea yea yea
Blaerman yea man
Trapstar

Im a trapstar, trapstar
Competing with nobody
Im a fast car, NASCAR
Passing everybody
With Ma chains on
Flexing up Ma body
With Ma shades on
I don't see nobody

Preach preach, For Ma followers
I came out the dirt, got Ma commas up
Preach preach, For Ma enemies
Looking down on me, middle fingers up
Preach preach
About a 100 bands, put it on Ma arm
Started with a 10, now I have a uhhmm
I can't count it up, y'all can do the math
I'll just be the star
Preach preach
Haters low-key fans, but they controverts, in parentheses
Preach preach
We moved outta town, now we fresh as f*ck so we made it out
Preach preach
Messi with a chance, course I shot a goal
With a master plan
Wow wow
BLAERMAN is the brand, you already know, prolly are a fan

Im a trapstar, trapstar
Competing with nobody
Im a fast car, nascar
Passing everybody
With Ma chains on
Flexing up Ma bodY
With Ma shades on
I don't see nobody

Ma middle finger wearing double rings
I'm smoking something loud so I can think
We been in bandos with a cup of drank
Ever had a cop on top of you squeezing your neck
I been in high streets good friends with Obeezy
Hoes begging for my d but cannot please me
Need me to Jay, get me a Bey
With the broskis working to be great
Working freely under pressure
Buy me something precious really under pressure
Cover my dick with supreme
I'm sorry but the trap made me extreme
I don't be stealing granny's money anymore
Now grammy miss me so much waiting for my call
Preach preach
For my followers
I came out the dirt
Got my commas up

Im a trapstar, trapstar
Competing with nobody
Im a fast car
Passing everybody
With Ma chains on
Flexing up Ma bodY
With Ma shades on
I don't see nobody