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