Scottie Juug - The Life of a Trapstar Lyrics

I had caught a case cause I was trappin still
Even in the pen I had that sack
I kept the package near
Cut the dope wit boffee
And the G we cut wit Shh Shh
I just served ya mans in Yeezy boost
I'm talking big drip
Fore I brush my teeth I grab my scale
I caint have no shorts
I been stressed until I get the re up
Smoking newports
Popping like it's acne
This ain't pimple it's a perk pill
I just blew a thousand while yo man was stuck at work still

Why you in my trap ain't talking prices
Get the f*ck up on
He must be a rat he tried to order
Off a mobile phone
Ion keep a phone I keep me two
I feel like Kevin Gates
Light skinned bitch and shawty got that WAP
I call it heavens gates
All my niggas trappin or they robbin
Tryna hit a lick
Doo Doo Doo I shot em and drove slow
Like I was innocent
I ain't scared of shit not even God
So bitch I don't repent
Traumatized it got me all f*cked up
From dem nights in the pen

Trapstar
I get money nigga ion have to act hard
Strip the stash house and we running thru the backyard
Used to scam a lot ya baby I would crack cards
Told my mom n me that I would be Rap star
Told my bros n nem that I would be a juug king
Shipping packages like I'm head of a drug ring
Got indicted couldn't fight it I was guilty
Sang my song all in the courthouse when dey booked me

You ain't shopping nigga move around
How he swear that he a plug and he can't move a pound
I be fully in the mix that's if it's going down
Get the pack on taco Tuesday den I shoot it out
If you really want some smoke den we can shoot it out
Like i'm stomping when I walk bitch I be moving loud
Yes I sell the work for cheap but I ain't loosing out
Used to f*ck on thotiana she a groupie now
And she wanna f*ck on me because I run it up
Been had racks
I be selling dope cause that shit hella fun
In the trap
Or I'm in the booth with gang and hella guns
You don't pistol pack and beef wit us
Den I suggest you run

Bitch I been that nigga
Take your notes like this is study hall
Balling like I play for New York Knicks
But ion play at all
Yes you look real good in dem boy shorts
Now baby take em off
They think I'm the shit
The Brazy part I'm barely taking off

Trapstar
I get money nigga ion have to act hard
Strip the stash house and we running thru the backyard
Used to scam a lot ya baby I would crack cards
Told my mom n me that I would be Rap star
Told my bros n nem that I would be a juug king
Shipping packages like I'm head of a drug ring
Got indicted couldn't fight it I was guilty
Sang my song all in the courthouse when dey

Bitch I trap I'm f*cking trapped this shit ain't new to me
I just hit a juug and traded peezy's for some jewelry
Who else you know kick doe in sum Yeezys and sum nudie jeans
I be bussin blickys in Balenci's shirts go burgundy
Yo bitch know my name so it's ok you never heard of me
Off white wit the patches zip it up bitch dis a Virgil piece
I be geekin up wit my lil pup my bitch a nerdy ting
Daily dose a static and niggas dat wanna murder me
And I never gave a shit or gave a mother f*ck
I caint love you baby I fell for a double cup
She want me and I want her but she not misses juug
Treat my bitches like my drugs so yes I mix em up
It's a must that you gone fall you wanna trip wit us,
I put blue tips in the pistol yes I cripped em up
All deez dirt stains on my sleeve cus I came from the mud
This the real life of a Trapstar I caint make it up