Donald Trump

[Intro]

Ricky!

It's in the trunk (Yeah, yeah)

Pop the trunk and let you meet lil' Donald Trump (Pop it)

[Verse]

I got thirteen hammers, need a reason why

I should clap a nigga, send 'em in the sky

All you rapper niggas finna run and hide

I got that yoppa, pussy niggas finna die

Got a choppa, call it Donald Trump

'Cause it's loud as fuck and it hate niggas

Got some llamas, leave 'em in the trunk

Call 'em fishin' rods and you the bait, nigga

Yeah, my name is Lil Nas

Bitch, never call me Lil Naz

'Cause if you do, I promise you

I'm comin' through and I'm bustin' ass

Got a lot of cash in the stash

If you touch that, then you getting splashed

Got a bad bitch with a thick ass

She a stripper ho, yeah, she get cash

My flow incredible

Swae Lee; unforgettable

Pussy niggas keep talkin' shit

I'ma have 'em singin' to the medicals

I don't fuck with no federals

Fuck 12, them niggas terrible

They set you up, yeah, I know what's up

So I keep it tucked and accessible

Yes, I'm in college

I'm smart as fuck, here come my degree

Don't let that knowledge

Fool you, boy, yeah, I know the street

Could've been a alcoholic

Poppin' mollies, all I smoke is weed

I'm so hyperbolic

It's hydraulics on my fuckin' Jeep

Wait, I mean my damn Lamborghini

I do it big, never did it teeny

Bad bitch, polka dot bikini

Shootin' niggas, like eeny, meeny

Miny, moe, catch a fuck boy by his toe

Take his ho

If he talk shit, let it blow

Leave that nigga six feet below (*gunshot*)

Shoot a pussy nigga like— *gunshot*

Pull up on 12 like— *three gunshots*

Ain't no pretendin', all my niggas winnin'

We trendin', we sendin' them— *three gunshots*

Pick up the Glock, nine on the dock

Blow your shit up, like we up in Iraq

Sellin' them rocks, I Milly Rock

You niggas can't rap, go get back to your job