Replay3j - Trap Star Lean Star Lyrics

Trappin on my trap shit
Leanin on my lean shit
Beamer on my bean shit
Countin up the... mmm...
Molly racks they come convenient
Countin up these racks
Im wit these racks
Im wit these racks... mmm...

Trap star
Lean star
Lean star
Trap star
Trap star
Lean Star
Lean star
Trap star

She just wanna f*ck
She just wanna f*ck me
F*ck wit a rockstar
Trap star
Lean star

Pushin all the weight like a muthaf*ckin go kart
Bitch im shoppin ooh
High advance
High fashion
High class bitches smoking gas in a aston
Racing
Poppin percocets
Lean chasing

Private party penthouse
Private
Goin up in a penthouse
Bitch i got dem racks out
So she got her ass out
Yes ooh
In the trap bitch im trapped out

Trap star
Lean star
Trap star
Lean star
Trap star
Lean star

Poppin molly percocet
She wanna f*ck a popstar
F*ckin up america im runnin from the cop cars

Xanny
Crash out
Bad bitch
Her ass out
Racks out
Choppers in the cut finna smash out
Huh huh
She be off the soft but my top hard
Uh aye
Thought it was my dick but my glock hard
Huh huh

All this f*ckin... made my heart stop yea
All this f*ckin death i cant stop rockin
All these f*ckin drugs i cant stop popping
All these f*ckin bitches i cant stop f*ckin
All these f*ckin racks they don't stop coming
Racks!

I aint got time for love bitch im straight winning
All my niggas players too yea we straight gettin it
I aint got no time for bitches yea im straight winning
Trapped out in the traphouse we straight winnin

All season
Slime hit you for no reason
Im beamin
All up off the molly tina
She off the tina
Then i sold that bitch serena
She off selena
So i sold a little drink

My life a movie
Feel like spielburg wit the uzi
Micheal Jackson moon walkin to these racks
I be wildin
I be stylin
Flyin private islands
Spots in the city movin fast she a cheetah
Onomatopoeia
I don't even need her

All my niggas demons coming for ya finna leave ya
Knock you out your socks-o
Streets left my heart cold
Pop another narco
F*ckin wit a narco
Hoodie on
When my hoodie up leave his block cold
Reaper calling
Playin left her heart broke
Its just me and my guitar in the studio

Chopper sing like trey songz
She know i cant stay long
I been gettin money since a youngin
We done came up
Perfect timing
Look who's around me
Only real ones its astounding
Look into the mirror i aint frowning
Bitch im drowning!

Trap star
Lean star
Lean star
Trap star
Trap star
Lean star
Lean Star
Trap star

She just wanna f*ck
She just wanna f*ck me
F*ck wit a rockstar
Trap star
Lean star