Trap King Lyrics

They be like, dead where you stand, all of my opps my number one fans

You like come get your man, shut the fuck up and listen to the plan

Shorty got ass for days, I wanna smash for days

I wanna hit it four ways, mama this not just a phase

Shorty got ass for days, I wanna smash for days

I wanna smash four ways, mama this not just a phase

Mama Im getting my pay, uh, way to my grave, fuck your bitch everyday

Right in your face, you don't do a thing, these flashy rings, these diamond rings

You check my necklace, you don't get no checks bitch

Your bitch is epic, your bitches is look so tasty I might call her breakfast

Eat it up, don't shoot it up, I beat it up

You stupid mutt, you dirty bitch

Took 30 sticks, I fucked your bitch

She a dirty lip, I'm smoking niggas, don't give two shits

A black and mild, is what y'all is

Big booty, Judy come through

Fuck her in the back, one two

Hit her with a kick, like Kung Lu

All y'all niggas talking crazy, that's dumb shit

Fuck nigga, you is a dumb bitch

Top pop, then I pop your bitch

In a gated area, together

Transformative, transport bags like the foreign kids

Tribal cord straight to my neck bitch

Tribal hat straight on my necklace

Triumph over all this broke shit

I'm truly blessed, this truly bliss

I got guitar chords rocking out shit

I heard your girl walked over like the Vegas strip

I don't have to be vague, I hope you end your shit

Why do fake bitches always be on friendly shit

I could take all of your money and go spend this shit

And I see the way you do it, you pretending shit