Alec Gomez (Explicit) - Trap sh** lyrics

[ Verse: Alec Gomez ] Why you tryna act tuff? You not gangster enough I got homies that'll pull up on you ready to dump I'm the best rapper with it ain't no one above Imma put you on a shirt like "Rest in peace my love" Yo Ridin' 'round with contraband 16 b**h with gun in hand Stackin' up a hunned band It's all about the money man Clique 100 deep Yeah we f**in' up these streets The way I'm f**in' up these beats I got your b**h up in my sheets Yeah I'm just stuntin' on 'em on a Kawasaki Said she wanna puck I gave her stick like it's f**in' hockey Don't knock it till you try but they will never knock me I know why you're mad it's 'cause you're not me Ha Why you rappin' homie you ain't got none Ha They lookin at me sideways 'cause I got some Ha Talk about the guns they wanna pop somethin' Ha Them nuke style bombs I'm 'bout to drop one Ha Flow fresh as f** y'all a hundred years old And you couldn't even beat me with some f**in' cheat codes I will never wife a hoe that's the f**in' G Code But I will f** your b**h make her f**in' deep throat Man stop biting all my sh** Leave me alone get the f** up off my dick Southside Texas, boy I represent New Age, I'm the f**in' president I heard you talkin' sh**, like I won't bust back I won't hurt you man, just tell me where the d** at Tryna play me for a fool wrong move, f** that If you hatin' on me you can s** upon this nutsack Boy PREP grad student b**h I'm so hot I make a young nun turn nudist I'm reckeless on the mic swear that I be rappin' foolish I'm Jesus to this rap game but I don't keep a Judas on the team Diamonds hella icy so they gleam Weighing up my weed on the f**in' triple beam And I got a b**h that look just like a queen And my lil mama hottest thing you ever seen [ Outro: Alec Gomez ] Drippin' off the sauce hoe Yeah drippin' off the sauce b**h Woah drippin' off the sauce hoe Yeah trap sh** Motherf**er