Perfume

[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]