Perfume - A$AP Ferg

Trap Lord on my belly free my ni**a Really

Elijah smoking that smelly ménages in the telly

Trap Lord on my belly free my ni**a Really

Elijah smoking that smelly ménages in the telly

Trap Lord on my belly free my ni**a Really

Elijah smoking that smelly ménages in the telly

Bonde b**ch named Shelly dick all in her belly

I met that b**ch at a fashion show

She was rocking Margiela

I was with Quasey Casey rocking all that Versace

Might be in there sailing smoking all that Beijing

Ten stacks in my pocket for no reason I got it

F**k around and hit Sin City tell that b**ch 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 them hold up

All I know is that Trap Lord 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 ah smoking that good smoke

Model b**ch who from Brazil she want it on her culo culo

Riding around the city feeling like P Diddy

Glock 9 in my silk shirt ni**a no Pac and no Biggie

Riding around the city feeling like PDiddy

Glock 9 in my silk shirt ni**a no Pac and no Biggie ha

No reply when you call Lord mama cry till her throat sore

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 f**king thing when I pull up in that Goyard

Shooked up from that toe star ask questions like Nardwuar

Like can you feel your f**king legs

I bet that ni**a cannot walk

Persian b**ch stack coke hard sniff white till her nose soft

I f**ked that b**ch with no rubber 'cause that b**ch be so raw

Puff puff when the semi pump ni**a 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 gong see Allah

You the son of a b**ch ni**a you daddy a broad

You a b**ch little b**ch ni**a probably wearing bras

All I know is that Trap Lord Trap Lord Trap Lord

That Hood Pope 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 ah smoking that good smoke

Model b**ch who from Brazil she want it on her culo culo

Riding around the city feeling like P Diddy

Glock 9 in my silk shirt ni**a no Pac and no Biggie

Riding around the city feeling like PDiddy

Glock 9 in my silk shirt ni**a no Pac and no Biggie