Pussy Killed The Trapstar

[Verse 1]

He was fresh outta college, twenty-four

Dick pressed up in Michael Kors

Sellin' flakka to the whores

A big lick waitin' to happen

The beat, it was bangin' four-by-four

Knew he saw me from the door

Told him I was out on tour

I lied, bitch, I knew he was trappin'

Left the club, now we're driving in the Beam

Send the addy of the telly to the team

Get upstairs, daddy, let me get a drink

Nah, just kidding

[Chorus]

Pussy killed the trapstar

My fuckin' pussy killed the trapstar

[Verse 2]

I was fresh in Manolos on the strip

True Religions with the rips

Kylie Lip Kit on my lips

He pulled up, lookin' to trick

And I said I was out here on a trip

Bat my lashes, blow a kiss

Could I get a ride real quick?

He said if I show him a tit, shit

Hop in, now we're flirting on the road

Make a left, daddy, I know where to go

Setup, girl, and he doesn't even know

Hey, pull over

[Chorus]

Pussy killed the trapstar

My fuckin' pussy killed the trapstar

[Bridge]

Cause of death was my pussy, time of death was six

He thought that I'm selling nookie, but I'm a setup chick

Shake my na-na, na-na, na-na

Shake my na-na, na-na, na-na, do my thing

[Verse 3]

In the line for the teller at the bank

Givin' eyes and I'm dressed like a skank

He's like, "Baby, let me buy you a drink"

Wait, one second

[Outro]

Pussy robbed the bank too

My fuckin' pussy robbed the bank too

My fuckin' pussy goin' out of control

My fuckin' pussy killin' everything

Sorry