Marqo 2 Fresh – Fuck Rappin Lyrics

[Intro] Rockstar, trapstar

[Chorus] Ay look, I mixed the trap with the rock and roll
Rockstar, bitch, I’m on the road
Back on the block, selling 36 O’s
Fifty bags, that’s a truckload
Designer kicks on a nigga’s toe
Still down to kick a nigga’s door
Brett Favre, I just poured a four
Shawty got bricks, I’ma sell them for the L-O
I mixed the rock and roll with the trap
I got a guitar and a strap
Inked up with the face tats
I’m on the road, still jugging that pack
Robbed a nigga, can’t get it back
You’re a country boy, so I had to tax
I rock and roll, nigga, fuck rapping
I do me a show, then I’m right back trapping

[Verse 1] Ay look, I’m having bags for the L-O
Shoot good with that hoodie like Melo
Popped two Percs, white and yellow
Fuck with the mob like the GoodFellas
Got my groove back like Stella
Work the pot, nigga hot like a tea kettle
Lot of hoes like helter skelter
Can’t see a nigga like Helen Keller
Keep the Glock, I don’t do no yelling
I’m a convicted felon
Gotta watch these niggas ’cause I know they telling
Tito told me he don’t really smell them
Got three bricks left and I gotta sell them
Plug told me that he gotta mail them
I’m in this bitch with a vendetta
Got .223s at the cell, bail a nigga

[Chorus] I mixed the trap with the rock and roll
Rockstar, bitch, I’m on the road
Back on the block, selling 36 O’s
Fifty bags, that’s a truckload
Designer kicks on a nigga’s toe
Still down to kick a nigga’s door
Brett Favre, I just poured a four
Shawty got bricks, I’ma sell them for the L-O
I mixed the rock and roll with the trap
I got a guitar and a strap
Inked up with the face tats
I’m on the road, still jugging that pack
Robbed a nigga, can’t get it back
You’re a country boy, so I had to tax
I rock and roll, nigga, fuck rapping
I do me a show, then I’m right back trapping

[Verse 2] Ay look, I remember hot days chilling at the corner store
Real talk, I don’t wanna trap no more
Why sell dope? I could do me a show
But I’m still in the kitchen, trying to whip me a whole
Hoodrich, but I used to be poor
Mismatched socks with the hole in the toe
Now I’m in Louie, I’ma buy the whole store
Training Day, I got racks on the floor
Golden child, bitch, I got the glow
These niggas biting, had to switch up the flow
I ain’t having no problems, they ain’t want no smoke
I ain’t drinking on Pepsi, just selling coke
Versace linen with the trench coat
Rockstar, I’m the GOAT
Trap school, I had a 4.0

[Chorus] I mixed the trap with the rock and roll
Rockstar, bitch, I’m on the road
Back on the block, selling 36 O’s
Fifty bags, that’s a truckload
Designer kicks on a nigga’s toe
Still down to kick a nigga’s door
Brett Favre, I just poured a four
Shawty got bricks, I’ma sell them for the L-O
I mixed the rock and roll with the trap
I got a guitar and a strap
Inked up with the face tats
I’m on the road, still jugging that pack
Robbed a nigga, can’t get it back
You’re a country boy, so I had to tax
I rock and roll, nigga, fuck rapping
I do me a show, then I’m right back trapping

[Outro] The rock and roll…
On the road…
Truckload…
Nigga’s toe…
Poured a four…