Trap Rules

Running roun town with no goons Just dragon my balls like goku Command ya bitch to blow to Put the new coupe in slow cruise And it back up like hoes do Who this lil nigga i don't know you Yeah I was the kid ina ole school Fishbowl so u know when I roll Through Blowing out the pound But if you don't believe Yes indeed I can I show you Trap house still got the grow tools So I can get the dab To fill a whole room Drip so wet need dry proof Versace stitch in my suits And ya hoe in my suite I tricked her for a damn treat Sucking on dis dick so good Damn she think it's sum damn seeds All dis god damn molly Got her Sloppy She think it's like candy Yea It make her antsy I fuck her till she Bambi Blowing out the pound Like I'm banshee Room so got damn cloudy Outer body nearly can't breathe Yeh I fucked up on the damn beat You ain't going Wyle on the tape U ain't 6 side like drake But I got them babies Plus I make them hits So I'm spanking them lately My drip & ice shidd ima make you hate me After I slay ya lady The Uber be driving me daisy She want more of it you pay me Yes indeed My drip cost racks u can't this free Can't catch this if you don't receive I'm obj with no referees My drip cost more than ya x men's please Can't you see everything I wore rare if you nahmein (Wolverine)