Songtext Trap lords Funkmaster Flex

Trap lords

[feat. A$AP Ferg]

[Verse 1: Bodega Bamz]
I used to stand on the corner but [?]
I told these bitches we Kings like [?] wet floor
So now I live by the sour, keep the Techs at my door
Back in Two-Thousand-Uno we catching [?] for sure
Mercedes CL [?] make your wife be my misses
Get a cigaret & condom after cleaning my dishes
I said "Mi nombre es Bodega" she said "I know like the stars"
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 how she blew my exhaust [?]
I made it flip like '96 Olympics diamonds & golds

Congrats to the fools that said I will 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, [?]
A$AP Mob [?] nation
Run New-York, who the fuck is you racing [?]
Never stay stagnant, beggin' for a [?]
[?]

[Hook x4: A$AP Ferg]
Young trap Lords, ridin' in the streets
Young double F and they playin' with heat

[Verse 2: A$AP Ferg]
Let 'em up, take 'em down
Two bad bitch is [?] my crown
Sippin [?] make a nigga [?]
[?]
You know me, Young Trap Lord
Wear gold teeth you can't afford
Margiela so fuck the floor
[?]
[?] when he hit that four
[?]
Won't let up when I pick that chrome
I can see his chromosome
[?] inside of your home
And a couple of [?] and your body got swolled
With couple of bucks coming out of [?]
Nigga who did it [?] Nobody done know

[Hook x4]