What It Is
Trapstar Scottie
GENRE
[Chorus]
See, i'ma call it what it is, I ain't gotta lie
You can call it paranoia mixed with traumatized
Everybody got a gun, they ain't tryna die
Youngin want a big Mac, he don't want no fries
Versace's on me, and they polarized
I can see it through these niggas, they ain't born to fight
They been waiting on Instagram when we going live
She like made these bitches wanna get to know the guys
[Verse 1]
And I been on the road like the yellow lines
If I ain't flexing, probably hanging where they getting high
All this weight on him, need to get some exеrcise
If he scared to ridе, then that nigga ain't a friend of mine
I got good intentions, they label me the bad guy
I got college boys, and I also got some gang ties
Caught her looking through the phone, it was just a trap line
Don't hesitate to bend your bitch, if she don't act right
And if the math right, holler at me, place an order
You can bring the chump change, I'm still taking quarters
They gon' say they fucking with you, but they ain't supporters
Dawgs doing time, tryna file appeals to make it shorter
[Chorus]
See, i'ma call it what it is, I ain't gotta lie
You can call it paranoia mixed with traumatized
Everybody got a gun, they ain't tryna die
Youngin want a big Mac, he don't want no fries
Versace's on me, and they polarized
I can see it through these niggas, they ain't born to fight
They been waiting on Instagram when we going live
She like made these bitches wanna get to know the guys
[Verse 2]
Glock 26, but I started with a German Luger
My dawg mama on this shit, would never serve it to her
I used to call the junkies up 'fore I heard of Uber
It's a lotta demons, I'm still Scottie, he gon' lurk with shooters
Coolin' in the trenches stacking up these rackades
Blicky with extensions flip him like a pancake
Say I'm so relentless, hit him with the sad face
Brodie got his sentence, mind in a bad place
He gon' keep his back straight, stand tall, stay strong
We getting rich soon, promise it won't take long
These bitches want the villains, you can keep the cape on
Trapstar Lifestyle, lil' nigga
[Chorus]
See, i'ma call it what it is, I ain't gotta lie
You can call it paranoia mixed with traumatized
Everybody got a gun, they ain't tryna die
Youngin want a big Mac, he don't want no fries
Versace's on me, and they polarized
I can see it through these niggas, they ain't born to fight
They been waiting on Instagram when we going live
She like made these bitches wanna get to know the guys
See, i'ma call it what it is, I ain't gotta lie
You can call it paranoia mixed with traumatized
Everybody got a gun, they ain't tryna die
Youngin want a big Mac, he don't want no fries
Versace's on me, and they polarized
I can see it through these niggas, they ain't born to fight
They been waiting on Instagram when we going live
She like made these bitches wanna get to know the guys
[Verse 1]
And I been on the road like the yellow lines
If I ain't flexing, probably hanging where they getting high
All this weight on him, need to get some exеrcise
If he scared to ridе, then that nigga ain't a friend of mine
I got good intentions, they label me the bad guy
I got college boys, and I also got some gang ties
Caught her looking through the phone, it was just a trap line
Don't hesitate to bend your bitch, if she don't act right
And if the math right, holler at me, place an order
You can bring the chump change, I'm still taking quarters
They gon' say they fucking with you, but they ain't supporters
Dawgs doing time, tryna file appeals to make it shorter
[Chorus]
See, i'ma call it what it is, I ain't gotta lie
You can call it paranoia mixed with traumatized
Everybody got a gun, they ain't tryna die
Youngin want a big Mac, he don't want no fries
Versace's on me, and they polarized
I can see it through these niggas, they ain't born to fight
They been waiting on Instagram when we going live
She like made these bitches wanna get to know the guys
[Verse 2]
Glock 26, but I started with a German Luger
My dawg mama on this shit, would never serve it to her
I used to call the junkies up 'fore I heard of Uber
It's a lotta demons, I'm still Scottie, he gon' lurk with shooters
Coolin' in the trenches stacking up these rackades
Blicky with extensions flip him like a pancake
Say I'm so relentless, hit him with the sad face
Brodie got his sentence, mind in a bad place
He gon' keep his back straight, stand tall, stay strong
We getting rich soon, promise it won't take long
These bitches want the villains, you can keep the cape on
Trapstar Lifestyle, lil' nigga
[Chorus]
See, i'ma call it what it is, I ain't gotta lie
You can call it paranoia mixed with traumatized
Everybody got a gun, they ain't tryna die
Youngin want a big Mac, he don't want no fries
Versace's on me, and they polarized
I can see it through these niggas, they ain't born to fight
They been waiting on Instagram when we going live
She like made these bitches wanna get to know the guys
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