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[Intro: Yams]
Trap Lord season begins, now your sins
This Yamborghini on the check-in
You know I had to hang-glide for this one
You know, we at the all-star right now
Eyes closed (swish) shootin' fade aways from
(Elbow in the rim and all that)
(Y'all still in the D-League doing, uhh, drills)
Ya me?

Kill a motherfucka with the 44
'Bout a snump, nigga, magnum on the road
full of bullets when they found him on the road
Lay a down, spray it at him then reload
This that style and I be down to let it go
or the tech, spray it at em then reload
This that style and I be down to let it go
Semi or the tech, it at em then reload
(Fergie!)

1]
Ride Maybachs like (Ugh)
550 Benz for a
Praying for my niggas, they
on things they [?]
Ridin' on a gang floss
on a [?] that buck
Pull a 9 on anything we
Menage anything they
Pussy so good, more
Let me get in those
5-0 in the store
He heard all them claps with a of applause
Spit at yo' and your lung on the floor
Rat-a-tat-tat and you gon see the
[?] action or
Want sex, all in her jaws
Molly!

2]
I'm grippin the mac and you attack
at your back and you takin' a nap
No heart a' be pumpin', your body
You talk to me dumb and that's how I
One arm in the air I'm waving a cap
The nine is a bitch and she it clap
I'm a fifth like I'm givin' a dap
Be ready to scrap you talk to the Trap
(My condolences)
You are now to a boss
Lou bang' ridin in the Porsche
2-thou for the wheels, cost
gold teeth, no floss
Young lord like Doss
Two bitches in the crib, no
She the mic with her jaws
I call that bitch Minaj
She pop more pills no
When get real she spark
Givenchy my bought
that light and you niggas see God
Gettin' in the foreign cars
Get the from the foreign broads
la vista, senor
Pussy ass a see Allah

[Outro: A$AP
So it's like, "Fuckin' Problems, "
(Bling, bling) LongLiveA$ap one album in the country
(Bling blow) sold out tours, what's
Lord
Let these have it
Let them know we ain't playing year
The never been so relaxed, ever
It's lonely at the top; all shrimp, no one to share it with
We ain't though
Y'all 'round with wrinkled silks, looking crazy
Pay your dry-cleaning bill and all (pay that, pay that)
Cause it's like it ain't a competition anymore