Trap Fashion
Hoppin out my shit they taking pictures now
Bitches wanna fuck but they can't get it now
Don't swerve in my lane I'm coastin
God's plan got put in motion
Back den the kept it closed but now dey face is wide open
Talkin designer she want a bag I get her Chanel
Fat nigga drippin they lovin the sauce I know you can tell
I'm feelin like Thugga I keep me a Gunna in YSL
If I go broke you know that work up on the scale
I be just shining and rocking my diamonds
Don't need ya opinion like fuck wat u think
Constantly dripping
I need a mink
She fuck me good
All on the sink
Trap in designer bad bitches I got her
And she got a tan like she on a Beach
She treat me good
I need a freak
That pussy good
Taste like a peach
Yea
Racks all on me
I
Wanna brand new rolie
You
Wanna get close to me
First
Gotta fuck my homies
Yea
Trap be my fashion u know that I'm on it
I be the youngest nigga who doing it
All on my dick when they see me performing
Boy u be bluffin like wat is u doing
Hoppin out my shit they taking pictures now
Bitches wanna fuck but they can't get it now
Don't swerve in my lane I'm coastin
God's plan got put in motion
Back den the kept it closed but now dey face is wide open
Talkin designer she want a bag I get her Chanel
Fat nigga drippin they lovin the sauce I know you can tell
I'm feelin like Thugga I keep me a Gunna in YSL
If I go broke you know that work up on the scale
Can't waste my time wit a stank hoe
Fresh start to da cash like Bankroll
Everythang I got been paid fo
Neva find me goin where a lame go
If the switchin den I can't rock wit em
I got niggaz inda grave bless my thugs inda prison
Shawty listen
You want this
And you want that
Can't hide my sack
Or tuck my strap
You fronted on me
So I fell back
I keep it goin
It aint no rap
Now I'm missin
But you know I'm doing gooooood
Like da engine I'mma leave you inda hoooood
Hoppin out my shit they taking pictures now
Bitches wanna fuck but they can't get it now
Don't swerve in my lane I'm coastin
God's plan got put in motion
Back den they kept it closed but now dey face is wide open
Talkin designer she want a bag I get her Chanel
Fat nigga drippin they lovin the sauce I know you can tell
I'm feelin like Thugga I keep me a Gunna in YSL
If I go broke you know that work up on the scale
Bitches wanna fuck but they can't get it now
Don't swerve in my lane I'm coastin
God's plan got put in motion
Back den the kept it closed but now dey face is wide open
Talkin designer she want a bag I get her Chanel
Fat nigga drippin they lovin the sauce I know you can tell
I'm feelin like Thugga I keep me a Gunna in YSL
If I go broke you know that work up on the scale
I be just shining and rocking my diamonds
Don't need ya opinion like fuck wat u think
Constantly dripping
I need a mink
She fuck me good
All on the sink
Trap in designer bad bitches I got her
And she got a tan like she on a Beach
She treat me good
I need a freak
That pussy good
Taste like a peach
Yea
Racks all on me
I
Wanna brand new rolie
You
Wanna get close to me
First
Gotta fuck my homies
Yea
Trap be my fashion u know that I'm on it
I be the youngest nigga who doing it
All on my dick when they see me performing
Boy u be bluffin like wat is u doing
Hoppin out my shit they taking pictures now
Bitches wanna fuck but they can't get it now
Don't swerve in my lane I'm coastin
God's plan got put in motion
Back den the kept it closed but now dey face is wide open
Talkin designer she want a bag I get her Chanel
Fat nigga drippin they lovin the sauce I know you can tell
I'm feelin like Thugga I keep me a Gunna in YSL
If I go broke you know that work up on the scale
Can't waste my time wit a stank hoe
Fresh start to da cash like Bankroll
Everythang I got been paid fo
Neva find me goin where a lame go
If the switchin den I can't rock wit em
I got niggaz inda grave bless my thugs inda prison
Shawty listen
You want this
And you want that
Can't hide my sack
Or tuck my strap
You fronted on me
So I fell back
I keep it goin
It aint no rap
Now I'm missin
But you know I'm doing gooooood
Like da engine I'mma leave you inda hoooood
Hoppin out my shit they taking pictures now
Bitches wanna fuck but they can't get it now
Don't swerve in my lane I'm coastin
God's plan got put in motion
Back den they kept it closed but now dey face is wide open
Talkin designer she want a bag I get her Chanel
Fat nigga drippin they lovin the sauce I know you can tell
I'm feelin like Thugga I keep me a Gunna in YSL
If I go broke you know that work up on the scale
Credits
Writer(s): Spencer Lorenzo Fountain, Kevin Benjamin, Tae Wilson
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