[Intro}
How you doin' Instagram it's Big Time Tommy
You know how I get down on a Friday

(Trap Queen)
Ay, Ay
Gang, Gang
Yuh

[Chorus: Trap Queen]
I'm like lil' boat with the ice
Fry you like some rice
Got no sauce only spice
In grade nine I had headlice, headlice, headlice,headlice

[Verse 1: Trap Queen]
I rock timbs in the summer
Greasy like some butter
I never stutter
Your mother is my brother
Pulled up in the rari
For the boomers its Ferrari
I go private on safari
My dad died in the army (Yuh)
Oregano in my pipe
My fruit is very ripe
Big chills on Skype
Sorry, your not my type (Yuh, ay)