TRAP THE FATO

Rich Youngster in the car without a roof, I like to see the stars
This bitch knows who I am: A black guy with drugs in his sock
She calls me, she calls me, in fact, I think she's drunk
She calls me, she calls me, in fact, I think she's drunk

Rich Youngster in the car without a roof, I like to see the stars
This bitch knows who I am: A black guy with drugs in his sock
She calls me, she calls me, in fact, I think she's drunk
She calls me, she calls me, in fact, I think she's drunk

Rich Youngster in the touch of the car
All in black, I feel like Batman
I swear I love this life, indeed
We jump in the studio and we kill the beat

Hashish, indeed, we hit it off
Hashish, indeed, we hit it off
This bitch asks me for a slap
A white guy next to her clogs the nose

Weed in the water, indeed
Making smoke, call me Zabuza
Two bitches lying on the bed
I know you don't love but I want you to pretend

Nikeboy, I don't mess with Adidas
Ni-nikeboy, I don't mess with Adidas
Two-two-three is ready
Brother making success in the village

No-no-no-no-no-no, wait, wait, man, how many flows did I do here, in this damn thing? One? Two? Three? Ah, screw it!

Always spending, spending, spending
Some guys flexing with Ebay clothes
I don't trust the shit of the bank
So all the money, my man, I withdrew

On Twitter he acts tough
But he was shocked when I passed by
I heard rumors that you're racist so you never hang out with the gang
Smoking weed in the damn Evoque

I don't care if it falls on the carpet
I've been counting for a while
That I'm counting money like a nerd
You don't understand, you look like a nerd

Frustrated rapper who wears a pompadour
Personally he's quiet
He's just a net bandit
Racks on racks, I got my Patek

She only wears Farfetch kit
Party in the village, you know who I am
You'll get caught if you try to play it cool

Uh, she calls me, she calls me
Like that Orochi song for the rich girls
When she takes off her panties
Kind of leaves me with no other choice

What does 'Vetin have that when the ladies see it they want to tear a piece off
This bitch has a big ass
The right size of a bitch that I fit
And I remember well from the past

When the guy was in another trend
When the guy was different
None of those were with us
There are several incompetent guys

Who want to hang out just to break the chain
There are several smart guys
Who want to talk just to get into your mind

Glock, caramel clip
I like bitches with big asses, I confess
We were knee-deep in shit
Nowadays 'Vetin is using this fashion shit

This guy just stays dumb
The street kept me sharp
All this brand matches a black guy's skin
I fuck this bitch, no mystery

Wearing a team shirt with the alias
All this money, you know I don't change
I keep the rifle by my side, for these dumb guys
My man, I'm gonna take over the world

They love the thug way
They really like all of this
I'm with the .40 that tears racists
She really hates all of this

Rich Youngster in the car without a roof, I like to see the stars
This bitch knows who I am: A black guy with drugs in his sock
She calls me, she calls me, in fact, I think she's drunk
She calls me, she calls me, in fact, I think she's drunk