the street ain't sweet baby

real trap babies

you know I'm a real trap baby

dunkin my blunt in the lean

buncha dead bodies surroundin me

all the real trap babies up

look at the murders in the city shits deep

for the bodies in the city we get no sleep

we shoot shoot shoot we don't talk

we rob rob rob we don't starve

walkin through the valley of death with a gun in my drawers

thinkin bout the homies I lost

smokin til a nigga get dizzy

these niggas here green as a motherfuckin lizard

what they call fake we call real nigga

keep a firearm on me for you ill niggas

they got bitches out here tellin stories snitch niggas

got a 10 on the 40 with the steel trigger

let the fiends run the bands up

this shit be gettin out of hand bruh

the real trap babies up

all the real trap babies up

the real trap babies up

all the real trap babies up

the real trap babies up

real niggas in this shit gettin clout

fake niggas in this shit gettin out

real niggas in this shit goin up

fake niggas in this shit goin down

real niggas in this shit stayin solid

fake niggas in this shit runnin they mouth

the opps say they gon do somethin

doubt it

the opps say they gon shoot somethin

doubt it

trap houses boomin bricks come out of it

what you gon do if you got it lil baby

ayy what you gon do if you got it

I'm tellin you it's a real trap baby

ayy they know how we rockin

it's real trap babies

ayy and you know how we rockin

it's real trap babies