Trap Lord Season Begins Now repent your sins This here Bikini on a motherfucking check in You know I had to hang Gladi for this one, man You know We at the All Star Game right now Eyes closed Swish Shooting fadeaways from half court Elbow in the rim and all that Tomahawk Jack Y'all still in the D-League doing, uh, layup drills You heard? You feel me? Kill a motherfucker with a magnum or default Found a chump snuff near the magnum on the road Body pulling bullets when they found it on the road Lay a fucker down, spray it at him, then reload Ditch that Ferguson and I'll be down and let it go Send me all the texts, spray it at him, then reload Ditch that Ferguson and I'll be down and let it go Send me all the texts, spray it at him, then reload Rod may bash like Rouse 550 Benz, four doors Praying for my niggas, they lost Dying on the thing, they wolfs Riding on the gang that floats Multiplying by the gang that fought Billion nine in the thing, we sparked Minaj in the thing, they hawks Pussy so good, need more Let me get in those drops 5-0 when the corner stops You heard all them claps with a round of applause Spit at your back and your lung on the floor Rat-a-tat-tat and your ghost eat a log Bitch like cars, X in her paws Want more ***, all in her jaws Miley, kill a motherfucker with a magnum or default Found a chump snuff near the magnum on the road Body pulling bullets when they found it on the road Lay a fucker down, spray it at him, then reload Ditch that Ferguson and I'll be down to let it go Send me all the texts, spray it at him, then reload Ditch that Ferguson and I'll be down to let it go Send me all the texts, spray it at him, then reload I'm gripping her neck and you under attack Spit at your back and you taking a nap Know how to be pumping, your body relaxed You talk to me dumb and that's how I react One arm in the air like I'm waving a cap The nine is a bitch and she making it clap I'm palming the fifth like I'm giving a dap Be ready to scrap when you talk to the trap My condolences You are now talking to a boss New banks still riding in a Porsche Too stout for the girl they cost White gold teeth, no floss Young trap, lil' like y'alls Two bitches in the crib, no drums She rocking that mic with her jaws I call that bitch Nicki Minaj She pop a pill, no call When *** get real, she's *** Givenchy, my bitches puffed Talk that life to you niggas, see doc Getting hair in the foreign cars Get that hair from the foreign bras Hasta la vista, senor Pussy ass niggas, I see a lot Kill a motherfucker with a magnum 44 For the chump slump near the magnum on the road Body bullet bullets when they found the undie road Lay a fucker down, spray it at them Derry low Ditch that Ferguson and I'll be down to let it go Send me all the texts, spray it at them Derry low Ditch that Ferguson and I'll be down to let it go Send me all the texts, spray it at them Derry low Fergie, Fergie So it's like *** problems Platinum, bling bling Long live ASAP Number one album in the country Sold out tours What's next? Trap Lord Let these motherfuckers have it Let them know we not playing this *** The limbs never been so relaxed ever It's lonely at the top All this shrimp Nobody to share it with We ain't tripping though Y'all walking around with wrinkled silks Looking crazy Know what I mean? Pay your dry cleaning bill and all that Pay that, pay that Cause it's like, it ain't even a competition no more