[Verse 1]
Trap lord on my belly, free my nigga really
Elijah smoking that smelly, ménages in the telly
Bonde 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 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 soar
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, truly 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
[Hook]
