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[Intro: A$AP
Trap Lord season begins, now repent your
This Yamborghini on the check-in
You I had to hang-glide through for this one
You know, we at the all-star game now
closed (swish) shootin' fade aways from half-court
(Elbow in the rim and all that)
(Y'all in the D-League doing, uhh, layup drills)
Ya me?

Kill a motherfucka the magnum 44
'Bout a snump, nigga, magnum on the road
Body full of when they found him on the road
Lay a fucker down, spray it at him reload
This Fergie style and I be down to let it go
Semi or the tech, spray it at em then
This that Fergie and I be down to let it go
or the tech, spray it at em then reload
(Fergie!)

1]
Ride Maybachs Ross (Ugh)
550 for a Tuarus
Praying for my niggas, lost
on things they [?]
Ridin' on a gang that
on a [?] that buck
Pull a 9 on anything we
Menage anything horse
Pussy so good, more
Let me get in drawers
5-0 in the store
He heard all them claps with a round of
Spit at yo' back and lung on the floor
and you gon see the lord
[?] or pause
Want more sex, all in her
Molly!

2]
I'm grippin the mac and you attack
Spit at back and you takin' a nap
No heart a' be pumpin', your relaxed
You talk to me dumb and that's how I
One arm in the air I'm waving a cap
The is a bitch and she makin' it clap
I'm pumpin' a fifth like I'm a dap
Be ready to when you talk to the Trap
(My condolences)
You are now talking to a
Lou bang' still in the Porsche
2-thou for the wheels, cost
White teeth, no floss
Young trap lord Doss
Two in the crib, no drawers
She the mic with her jaws
I call bitch Nicki Minaj
She pop pills no cough
When get real she spark
Givenchy my bitches
Spark that and you niggas see God
Gettin' head in the cars
Get the from the foreign broads
Asta la vista,
Pussy ass niggas a see

[Outro: Yams]
So it's like, "Fuckin' Problems, "
(Bling, bling) number one album in the country
(Bling blow) sold out tours, next?
Trap
Let these have it
Let them we ain't playing this year
The limb's never so relaxed, ever
It's lonely at the top; all this shrimp, no one to share it
We ain't though
walkin' 'round with wrinkled silks, looking crazy
Pay your dry-cleaning and all that (pay that, pay that)
Cause like it ain't even a competition anymore