Trapstar Toxic – Out Ere

Trapstar Toxic – Out Ere Lyrics

Artist: Trapstar Toxic
Song: Out Ere

Gucci sneakers on them german pedals
I came up off of pedal bikes and aqua bezels
Had a q and draw for time until i saw the levels
Sixty racks in the duffle bag, my re-up’s mental

I’m talking hella petals
Wait in this trap and i’ll be done if feds raid it
I’m one step ahead, i ain’t complacent
I told my g’s the obbo’s real, they’re tryna make a statement

Moving like i’m usher man, the way i’m trading places
Switch spots every couple months, that’s new nеighbours
Went from them bunk beds, mats in my room, i couldn’t sleep
Now i got a clеaner coming to my yard every week

So that’s clean floors, dishes done and cocaine sheets
She don’t even speak english, i just tip her if it’s neat
Cah that trap line’s ringing on repeat
I’m getting rid of boxes while these other bruddas sleep

You ain’t gotta respect it, i’m really grinding in the streets cause i’m out here
Went away now i’m back looking sharp
Meet in the flesh, no more pictures on the yard
No more kettle dinners, catch me near the shard

Carti on my wrist looking suave
The bando got me home but first i thank god
I wake up and trap and stack like oh lord
n#gg#s wanna act and chat like just pass

He could never break me, i stay in charge, i’m out here
Send my homie sales, i can’t see my bro starve
He hit eight outta ten cats in jimmy’s car
All them losses, gotta take it on the chest like a bra

You can bounce back off a good plug and bicarb
I spend racks on my solicitors
All i’m gonna say, this summer coulda copped like four eighteen k’s
And no old joints, it’s new shapes

Zero mileage, suttin like the new plates
Cah i was stepping in that pain
Brudda you don’t wanna know where i been, what i came from
You might ask why he ain’t the same don

Banging ‘locked up’ by akon
Fresh home, ammi get break up
Champs pop, botties rise if you try slander my name cuz
Doing my ting, the fakes burn

Bouta get it popping for bruddas on long terms
Bouta get it popping for bruddas who held faith
Bouta get it popping cah brudda i buss case
Went away now i’m back looking sharp

Meet in the flesh, no more pictures on the yard
No more kettle dinners, catch me near the shard
Carti on my wrist looking suave
The bando got me home but first i thank god

I wake up and trap and stack like oh lord
n#gg#s wanna act and chat like just pass
He could never break me, i stay in charge, i’m out here
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Release Year: 2017