Текст песни Hoodstar - Slim Flock

Who woulda thought I woulda made it this far
Baby boy turn to a hoodstar
From the gutta but a nigga came up
But I gotta get back to the traphouse yea yea yea
But I gotta get back to the traphouse

Trap
Trap
Trap stay jumping like my main bitch
Fuck them other niggas who you came wit
Riding wit my co accused & he dangerous
Tell my mama that a nigga finally made it
Everybody finna treat me like I'm famous
Everybody know I'm not the one to play wit
Hating on me cause these rapping niggas basic
Tuck yo chain cause my nigga finna stain it
& My diamonds always bussin out the litre
Popping pills like it's Ibiza
Shawty say she really need a Visa
Overseas so I gotta see her
Ratchet stay on me like Serena
Baby need a nigga who gon beat it up
Had to kiss up on you
Had to eat it up
Baby can you tell me can you keep it up
Baby can you tell me can you keep it up

Who woulda thought I woulda made it this far
Baby boy turn to a hoodstar
From the gutta but a nigga came up
But I gotta get back to the traphouse yea yea yea
But I gotta get back to the traphouse

But I gotta get back to the traphouse
A lotta niggas in they city wit they hand out
Flocko been the type of nigga bring dem bands out
All this jewelry on my neck you know I stand out
Baby said she wanna fuck me wit ha ass out
Pulling up inside this bitch I had to stand out
Everybody know that flocko been the man now
Want problems with the kid that's a man down
Pussy nigga tell me why you wanna hate on me
I came from the bottom with my thang on me
Bitch you know it's lit up in the VIP
Said she wanna hit I needa see I.D
Said she wanna hit I needa see I.D

Who woulda thought I woulda made it this far
Baby boy turn to a hoodstar
From the gutta but a nigga came up
But I gotta get back to the traphouse yea yea yea
But I gotta get back to the traphouse