[Intro]
It's in the trunk
Pop the trunk and let you meet lil' Donald Trump

[Verse]
I got thirteen hammers, need a reason why
I should clap a n***a, send 'em in the sky
All you rapper n***as finna run and hide
I got that yoppa, pussy n***as finna die
Got a choppa, call it Donald Trump
'Cause it's loud as fuck and it hate n***as
Got some llamas, leave 'em in the trunk
Call 'em fishin' rods and you the bait, n***a
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 n***as keep talkin' shit
I'ma have 'em singin' to the medicals
I don't fuck with no federals
Fuck 12, them n***as 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' n***as, like eeny, meeny
Miny, moe, catch a fuck boy by his toe
Take his ho
If he talk shit, let it blow
Leave that n***a six feet below *gunshot*
Shoot a pussy n***a like— *gunshot*
Pull up on 12 like— *three gunshots*
Ain't no pretendin', all my n***as 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 n***as can't rap, go get back to your job