Yeah
Bankroll
Ha, yeah
(Play that shit 4)
(Ayy, Heavy turn the beat up though)

Nigga, I'm the last real trap rapper (facts)
Way too street I 'on't like rappers (I'm straight, bro)
Nigga play with me knock his hat backwards (baow)
Headshot a nigga make his legs shatter (kill his ass)
Bitch, I was rich before QC
Kept good quality, controlled the streets (got good gas)
Big dawg nigga, ain't no ho in me (nah)
Never see a nigga lil boyin' me (hell nah)
Bought a hundred pound when I got my first rap check
Bustin' down bowls for my shows, I'ma trap vet
Richard Mille, but kinda wanna get a Patek
Neck hella icy filled that bitch up with baguettes
No plian jane, told Wafi nem bust that
If you shoot at me, that's a fact I'ma bust back (baow)
Hunnid somethin' rounds in my chop, boy, don't touch that
Last nigga play, boy, he dead, I'ma hush that (I'ma be quiet)
Trap nigga still gettin' packs in (woo)
Still gettin' booked gettin' backends (gettin' backends)
Louis duffle bag what the racks in (racks in)
Trap nigga gear, Air Maxin' (trap)
Feet kicked up, I'm relaxin' (I'm relaxin')
Bowls disappear when that pack in (I'm Houdini)
Hunnid somethin' pounds came vacuumed (woo)
Real deal trapper I ain't actin' (trap)

Nigga, I'm the last real trap rapper
Go and ask the streets they gon' trap stamp him
Nigga, I'm the last real trap rapper (woo)
What you come to buy? And I deliver
Nigga, I'm the last real trap rapper
Rocky Balboa, I beat the pack nigga
Nigga, I'm the last real trap rapper
Well, well, well known fact, nigga (yeah)
Nigga, I'm the last real trap rapper
Last real trap rapper
Last real trap rapper
Last real trap rapper
Nigga, I'm the last real trap rapper
Last real trap rapper
Last real trap rapper
Last real trap rapper
Nigga, I'm the last real trap rapper
Rocky Balboa, I beat the pack nigga
Nigga, I'm the last real trap rapper
Go and ask the streets they gon' stamp me

Four-forty-eight that's a pound (woo)
Twenty-five come and get it now (come and get one)
Two-twenty-four that's a half bowl
When you run out come and get some more
One-twelve, nigga, that's a QP
Well around here we call them cuties (that's a cute bitch)
Arkansas boss, young Big Meech (woo)
Plug out west Rollin' 60 (R.I.P. Nip)
Trap nigga get that shit, count it up and rubber band that
Worldwide with the trap, nigga, I expand that
Got some money that you owe me better unhand that
Up the Glock his ass show me where your hands at
Got dang, ya nigga dead you can't get your mans back
Hit your block with a chop, get your clan whacked
New Glock is a fully, gotta double hand that
Sendin' bowls through the air, tell me where to land at

Nigga, I'm the last real trap rapper
Last real trap rapper
Last real trap rapper
Last real trap rapper
Nigga, I'm the last real trap rapper
Last real trap rapper
Last real trap rapper
Last real trap rapper
Nigga, I'm the last real trap rapper
Rocky Balboa, I beat the pack nigga
Nigga, I'm the last real trap rapper
Go and ask the streets they gon' stamp me (stamp that)

Big Bank
We in the trap

Copyright: Songtrust Ave
Writer(s): Alexander Lintermans, Freddie Gladney, Jevonte Robinson, Richard McNair, Steven Dingle