Trap Paris

[Intro: Machine Gun Kelly]
Ayy
Woke up in woke up in
Soundin' real godly
Quavo
City rollie [?] a [?]

[Verse 1: Machine Gun Kelly]
Woke up in Paris
Broke all the mirrors (that lean)
Watch me, last night was too turnt
They caught me fucking on camera
I ain't embarrassed
Pull up, back home, flag on, tats out, what the fuck is that 'bout?
I'm home-bred, hometown, been around the world, I'm back now
Mr. [?] wax in the [?]
And I'm running the streets to the city like rocky
Who da champ? Who da champ?
Diamond fangs like a vamp
Where's the package with the stamp?
Bust it open by the Lamb
Roll it up 'till I cramp
Uh, four rings on my hands, uh
Smoke rings from the grams , uh
Got a lady and a tramp
Bitch I made it from the trap

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I woke up in Paris
In the bed, with a bad bitch (bad bitch, bad bitch)
First I roll up the lesh
Then I went back for seconds
Swear that pussy the wettest
I woke up in Paris
In the bed, with a bad bitch (bad bitch, bad bitch)
First I roll up the lesh
Then I went back for seconds
Swear that pussy the wettest

[Verse 2: Quavo]
Made it from the bottom, what you thinking of me?
I made it from the bottom, what you thinking of me?
When I was in the bottom, you didn't have out with me
Now I got some dollars, they keep hanging with me
Take a lot of Molly, that's your fantasy
Pull up with a gang and stop playing with me
You took too much of your Coco, it made your nose bleed
Too turnt for the bando
Shoot two times through the window
Pop one off for the kid though
Pop one off the extendo
Old money like a Nintendo
Bring it back, this the reload
Crips mights call it a kilo
Bloods might call it a bilo
Put my wrist in a freezer
Hit it up, turn it up to beast mode
Bitch I made it from the trap
Whole thang in my lap
Bitch I made it from the trap
Got your girl in my lap
Bitch I made it from the trap
Got the police running laps
Bitch I made it from the trap
Bitch I made it out the trap