Trap Lords

[Verse 1 : Bodega Bamz]

I used to stand on the corner with that Enyce Velour

I told these bitches we Kings like homie C-Webb, four

So now I live by the sword, keep the Techs lock my door

Back in Two-Thousand-Uno we catching homis for sure

Mercedes CL sixes, make your wifey my misses

Get a cigarette & condom after cleaning my dishes

I said "Mi nombre es Bodega" she said "I know like the store"

I said "I rap like Toronto" she told me "Start up a tour"

I use the ki's to get money now I'm kickin' down doors

A drug dealing Robin Hood, my Civic touching the floor

Your bitch ridin' my stick, so hard she blew my exhaust

I made it flip like '96 Olympics Dominique Dawes

Congrats to the fools that said I would not make it

Never get a shot so Papi had to take it

Many way might end I was patiently waiting

Listening to Cam, Big L, Pastor Hastings

A$AP Mob with the Tan Boy nation

Run New-York, who the fuck is you racing ?

Never stay stagnant, back & forth pacing

Eastburgh tree, tree, tree, my faaavorite

[Hook x4 : A$AP Ferg]

Young trap Lords, ridin' in the streets

Young Bamalier finna blam you with heat

[Verse 2 : A$AP Ferg]

Line 'em up, take 'em down

Two bad bitches on my couch

Sippin on the Henny make a nigga go oh

Had a little sex but I really want mouth

You know me, Young Trap Lord

White gold teeth you can't afford

Margiela so fuck the floor

Tote that fuck a nigga gon' fall

Homie wake up when he hear that four

Get sprayed up like his cologne

Won't let up when I pick that chrome

I can see his chromosome

With the smell of yo guts outside of your home

Within a couple of months your body got swolled

With couple of bugs coming out of your nose

Nigga who did it ? Nobody done know

[Hook x4]