Lyrics

[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