Perfume

[Verse 1]

Trap Lord in my belly, free my nigga Really

Elijah smoking that smelly, ménage is in the telly

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 [?] 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 huff, 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]