[Chorus]
In my trap, I think I got one
If you count favors, n***a, that's not love
Wait, one second, I’m not done
Pull up to the city like a pop-up

[Post-Chorus]
Ain't fuckin' that bitch if she not fun
So the ho come treat me like an object
Joel Embiid, you can see the process
No envy, n***as not oppers
These n***as argue with theyself (Ayy)
Ain’t even got stripes on they belt

[Verse]
She's— (Sapjer, hahaha)
Me and my n***as, we needin' a milli' a piece
N***as deceased
How you so real, but you come for the weak?
[Foot in your back ?] left the [?] in your streets
Your bitch is back and she comin' petite
Came for that bag, I ain't come to compete
Damn, bitch, you bad, when you comin' to me?
Plug got a play, and the weed, he
Let that boy stank, now he shitty
These bitches icky, call her Vicky
Think I take pictures, I got models with me
Alcoholic bitches, got bottles with me
Heard what you said, but it's cap like a fitted
Shots in her ass and got plastic her titties
These n***as jealous, and no, I ain’t kiddin’
She stay on the soaps, Perc' ain’t kickin'
Hope you got the whole gang with you
How you live alone? 'Cause you used to lame n***as
Too sad, man, I can't race bitches
In the ear, told a ho, "Play this"
And I bet that bitch gon’ listen
Close range, ain't never gon' miss
I'm Jordan and my Glock Pippen
[Chorus]
In my trap, I think I got one
If you count favors, n***a, that's not love
Wait, one second, I'm not done
Pull up to the city like a pop-up
In my trap, I think I got one
If you count favors, n***a, that's not love
Wait, one second, I'm not done
Pull up to the city like a pop-up

[Post-Chorus]
Ain't fuckin' that bitch if she not fun
So the ho come treat me like an object
Joel Embiid, you can see the process
No envy, n***as not oppers
These n***as argue with theyself (Ayy)
Ain't even got stripes on they belt

[Outro]
Hahaha