[Intro: A$AP Yams]
Trap Lord season begins, now repent your sins
This Yamborghini on the motherfuckin' check-in
You know I had to hang glide through for this one and all that
You know, we at the all-star game right now, eyes closed (Swish)
Shootin' fadeaways from half-court (Elbow in the rim and all that)
Tomahawk jams (Y'all still in the D-League doing, uhh, layup drills)
Ya heard? Ya feel me?
[Chorus]
Kill a motherfucka with the Magnum .44
Find a chump slumped, nigga, magnum on the road
Body full of bullets when they found him on the road
Lay a fucker down, spray it at him then reload
This that Fergenstein and I be down to let it go
Semi or the tech, spray it at him then reload
This that Fergenstein and I be down to let it go
Semi or the tech, spray it at him then reload (Fergie!)
[Verse 1]
Ride Maybachs like Ross (Huh), 550 Benz, four doors (Doors)
Praying for my niggas, they lost (Lost)
Dying no thing, they wolves (They wolves)
Riding on a gang that floss (Floss)
Multiplyin' by the gang that bucks (Bucks)
Pull a 9 on anything we spark (Spark)
Ménage ain't a thing, they whores (Whores)
Pussy so good, need more (More)
Let me get in those drawers (Drawers)
5-0 in the corner store, he heard all them claps with a round of applause
Spit at your back and you lie on the floor
Rat-a-tat-tat and you gon' see the Lord
Bitch like horse, X In her pores
Want more sex, all in her jaws
Molly!
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