Lyrics

(Chorus)
They call me a trap queen, Fetty ain’t on my greens,
Pushin’ work heavy, I’m a boss in these streets.
R.I.P. to Dolph, man, the real king’s gone,
But his legacy’s alive in the hustlers holdin' on.

(Verse 1)
He upped the pole, sent the opps to the hole,
Took the risk every time, traded soul for soul.
Life with no parole, a heavy toll to roll,
Memphis streets crowned him, legend in control.

(Chorus)
They call me a trap queen, Fetty ain’t on my greens,
Pushin’ work heavy, I’m a boss in these streets.
R.I.P. to Dolph, man, the real king’s gone,
But his legacy’s alive in the hustlers holdin' on.

(Verse 2)
Runnin’ these blocks, yeah, the game takes a toll,
But Dolph paved the way, every trapper’s goal.
He schooled us with the hustle, enrolled us in the grind,
Kept the vision crystal clear, money always on his mind.

(Bridge)
A no-go on the booty hole, nah, we don’t fold,
G-code steady, yeah, the rules made of gold.
Respect for the real, the ones who never told,
Pourin’ out some liquor for the stories he’s told.

(Outro)
Rest in peace to Dolph, man, his name will never fade,
Memphis raised a king, now he’s chillin' in the shade.
Trap queen crown high, yeah, I’m holdin’ it down,
For every hustler in the game tryna rep their town.