Trap Lord on my belly free my nigga Really Elijah smoking that smelly ménages in the telly Trap Lord on my belly free my nigga Really Elijah smoking that smelly ménages in the telly 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 all that Beijing Ten stacks in my pocket for no reason I got it F**k 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 them hold up All I know is that Trap Lord 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 ah smoking that good smoke Model bitch who from Brazil she want it on her culo culo Riding around the city feeling like P Diddy Glock 9 in my silk shirt nigga no Pac and no Biggie Riding around the city feeling like PDiddy Glock 9 in my silk shirt nigga no Pac and no Biggie ha No reply when you call Lord mama cry till 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 f**king thing when I pull up in that Goyard Shooked up from that toe star ask questions like Nardwuar Like can you feel your f**king legs I bet that nigga cannot walk Persian bitch stack coke hard sniff white till her nose soft I f**ked 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 gong see Allah You the son of a bitch nigga you daddy a broad You a bitch little bitch nigga probably wearing bras All I know is that Trap Lord Trap Lord Trap Lord That Hood Pope 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 ah smoking that good smoke Model bitch who from Brazil she want it on her culo culo Riding around the city feeling like P Diddy Glock 9 in my silk shirt nigga no Pac and no Biggie Riding around the city feeling like PDiddy Glock 9 in my silk shirt nigga no Pac and no Biggie