Songtexte Trap Stuntin - Julian

Yup
Listen up
I'm going to say it one time for you

Eight oh eight bumping
Trap stunting
Little birds in the back
But they keep coming
Wow
She
Did I make you think
Peel out
With the skat pack
Make you blink
Once twice
We could go again
Swear your man so whack
He ain't Clark Kent
With the dark tint
Ice with the movement
She looking right and I might just move in
I'm not superman
But I look like it
Closest thing to a hero
And the girls like it
Work so hard
For the success
God hold me down
So I'm always feeling blessed
Wow
Look up
Can you see me now
It's a bird it's a plane
Right below the clouds
I'm above the clout
Make the girls shout
Big J on the track
Never had a doubt
Skirt skirt because I'm getting to bag now
Body built tough
So she got me on her background
Woman say I'm handsome
And I wonder why
They give me love
Even when I got a black eye

I'm a soldier
Not a poser
I am a king I don't need no closure
Offline in the studio making hits
While my
Opposition online fighting with a bitch
You know
That could never be me
Unless we talking money
Then I might come see
What's up
Yeah I'm peeping them tats
Go n' show it off girl don't hold back
On me
Dip drop dip drop down low for me
Shorty so bad had plans I'm canceling
Ahh
Just kidding
Money over bitches
Yeah I'd rather stay winning
Yeah

Whip too clean
Put her in sport
Flow so mean
V-eight roar
Hey J why you looking so lonely
Because I am a dog
And surrounded by phonies
Left right hook switch J on the map
Took over the game
And there's no coming back nah
I love flexing on a opposition
Love cutting up a drop
If a text unseen
Then you probably need to stop
Hitting me with all that drama
Only making money moves
Save it for your momma
Okay
Look at this guy
All up in my lane
He better step aside
Before I show em real pain yeah
I'm chill I'm chill baby
These hands worth a million
And a new Mercedes
Got a new price
Naughty not nice
It's about time
That I get some new ice
Cop a new black lambo for the team
Murdered out tint so you can't see me
Riding through the city with a fine little biddy
And I met her at the gym I was staring at her breasts and she
Caught me looking
Feeling for the hooking
Walked over to me saying boy what you cooking up
She know I'm coming up
Straight blowing up

I got haters in my life
Got to act like I like
Music industry is cut throat
Fuck a nine to five
I'm going to live my life
Glory to the most high
Hoe talking down
Boy I'd love to see you try
I'm really that guy
Girls know I'm fly
Rude boy not nice yeah
Only kissing on dimes
I was meant to shine
Cadence on time
CEO of the label that I just signed
About to make Forbes
All because of my mind
All my beats are the best and
All my bitches fine
What
All my bitches fine

Eight oh eight bumping
Trap stunting