AJ Tracey - Str8 Riddim lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, yeah, yeah, you know what it is AJ Tracey, Trapstar ting, you get me? What we saying? What we got for them? Yo Uh, look, look, look [Verse] I'm a trap boy, I wear trapstar I do map work, I'm a map star Real recognise real, you're an actor I've got a couple guys in who wanna catch ya I like slim tings, I like thick too I'm from the western, that's what I'm into Bro gets nicked, I get nicked too Got my teeth dem shining like an igloo You see me, rudeboy? I'm a whole next n***a Hundred bags tryna chase that figure Done said that I jumped off of the road ting But I relapsed cause the price got thinner Won't see man in an LV belt It's a tracksuit ting till I make that dinner [?] it's the life of a winner Free my bro doing five as a winger Soon touch road but for now I'm grinding Somebody lands [?] dash man a pinner Dash a whole Z on a runner, if he runs Nab that yout in the back of a ringer Little blue phone or an old school ringer Feds think that I am the local sinner Block's hot [?] cause I rap, son Soon find out who's the local singer I'm a cool guy, you can ask my mum But if you violate me I'll bring a whole next ting to your rasclart drum Don't spit crud bars if you're soft, that's dumb G check anyone's dad or son Last prick chatting like say he was a badman Got touched up like the local s*ut Dumb prick could've kept the vocal shut This next bar's gonna touch man's heart If you're big man like 30 and you got a yout Then stay in your bloodclart yard Stop chatting bare sh** tryna front all hard First chance man'll get a one yellow card Act up again, that's a straight red card Take man straight off the pitch, no bars Ten toes ting when I curb all pars Man'll get their headtop buss if they're cheeky Don't chat bad about road if you're neeky Bare threats but them man hide when they see me I'll be in the same west end if you see me You man talk 'nuff like a female Send me your b**h-made comments at email Say that you trap but you're working in retail You ain't never [?] by the seashell You ain't never sat down in a fiend's yard One McDonalds breakfast in your tum You know that you've been there time And you're shook cause you think that the feds might come Thinking you don't wanna hurt man But for the fam, I'll press that gun How many times [?] that's a myth, fam You don't have to guess that one You ain't ever had an OG [?] Show you how to stretch that one You ain't ever been out when a man's beating shots Just to test that one If you think that I'm mixed-race Then you'll have the peakest shock I was going sets with the shaver Taking dip holes in the deepest top I show bad gyal how to clean my room Show good girl how to eat this co*k Call my cuz, no long, he'll fly like "Yo Trace, I'm down to sweep this mop" Got bare real n***as round that'll ride Ride on guys and'll ride a bird I've got new 21s that'll light a nerd A couple crud chicks round to supply the herb All of my bruddas move close to a smoke ting Too many n***as in jail, that's a joke ting My G came home after a 2 and a half Not a week, went back for a poking All of these fiends need food, no joking You can say that you hate trap n***as but But we ain't going nowhere as long as they're smoking We need the papes and they need the po ting When you try indirect man Us man are preeing like hahaha I don't believe anything that you say I could point out your fake bars bar-by-bar I showed my Egyptian ting to my akhs dem All saying mashallah Really, I should settle down with a good girl But I need Ps and the times are hard