[Verse 1] Trap Lord on my belly, free my nigga Relli Elijah smoking that smelly, ménages in the telly Blonde bitch named Shelly, dick all in her belly I met that bitch at a fashion show, she was rocking Margiela I was with Quasey Casey rocking all that Versace Might be in there sailing, smoking all that Beijing Ten stacks in my pocket, for no reason I got it Fuck around and hit Sin City, tell that bitch to pop it What's up with you and Purrp? I ain't into all of that gossip He brought the funk into my crew, you gotta ask Rocky about it All I know is A$AP riding in them Maybachs 40. cal, we spray that, when AK brratt you take nap Oh, Lord, that Hood Pope - oh, Lord, that Trap Lord Why they call you Trap Lord? Cause you a rap lord to my casket I ain't bowing to no time, Hood Pope on my gold shine My dirty niggas wanna tote nine, but we talk rhyme I tell 'em hold up
[Hook] All I know is that Trap Lord, that Hood Pope All I know is that Trap Lord, but you're a rap Lord to my casket All I know is that fast Porsche smoking that good smoke Model bitch who from Brazil, she want it on her culo Riding 'round the city feeling like P. Diddy Glock 9 in my silk shirt, nigga, no Pac and no Biggie Riding 'round the city feeling like P.Diddy Glock 9 in my silk shirt, nigga, no Pac and no Biggie
[Verse 2] No reply when you call Lord, mama cry 'til her throat sore Liechtenstein when I drunk four you was dying in this war hall Body left near the staircase courtesy of the whole mob Don't mean no fucking thing when I pull up in that Goyard Shooked up from that toe star, ask questions like Nardwuar Like can you feel your fucking legs? I bet that nigga cannot walk Persian bitch stack coke hard, sniff white 'till her nose soft I fucked that bitch with no rubber, cause that bitch be so raw Puff-puff when the semi pump, nigga really gonna pop Trunks when you see me duck, niggas really want Y'all punks can't see the God trap, Trini' Lord And I click like Donkey Kong when I hit this long Better run when you see the mob, you be seeing God Hear the drum when my niggas march, you gon' see Allah You the son of a bitch nigga, you daddy a broad You a bitch, little bitch nigga, probably wearing bras
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