Trap Rules Lyrics

Running roun town with no goons

Just dragon my balls like goku

Command ya bitch to blow to

Put the new coupe in slow cruise

And it back up like hoes do

Who this lil nigga i don’t know you

Yeah I was the kid ina ole school

Fishbowl so u know when I roll Through

Blowing out the pound

But if you don’t believe

Yes indeed

I can I show you

Trap house still got the grow tools

So I can get the dab

To fill a whole room

Drip so wet need dry proof

Versace stitch in my suits

And ya hoe in my suite

I tricked her for a damn treat

Sucking on dis dick so good

Damn she think it’s sum damn seeds

All dis god damn molly

Got her Sloppy

She think it’s like candy

Yea It make her antsy

I fuck her till she Bambi

Blowing out the pound

Like I’m banshee

Room so got damn cloudy

Outer body nearly can’t breathe

Yeh I fucked up on the damn beat

You ain’t going Wyle on the tape

U ain’t 6 side like drake

But I got them babies

Plus I make them hits

So I’m spanking them lately

My drip & ice shidd ima make you hate me

After I slay ya lady

The Uber be driving me daisy

She want more of it you pay me

Yes indeed

My drip cost racks u can’t this free

Can’t catch this if you don’t receive

I’m obj with no referees

My drip cost more than ya x men’s please

Can’t you see everything

I wore rare if you nahmein (Wolverine)