Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Trap Queen Freestyle, artist - Yo Gotti.
Date of issue: 19.11.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Trap Queen Freestyle |
I’m like «hey, what’s up, hello» |
Seen yo pretty ass soon as you came in that door |
I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll |
Married to the money, introduced her to my stove |
Showed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for low |
She my trap queen, let her hit the bando |
We be countin' up, watch how far them bands go |
We just set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos |
Got 50, 60 grand, 5 100 grams though |
Man, I swear I love her how she work the damn pole |
Hit the strip club, we be letting bands go |
Everybody hating, we just call them fans though |
In love with the money, I ain’t never letting go |
And I get high with my baby |
I just left the mall, I’m gettin' fly with my baby, yeaaahhh |
And I can ride with my baby |
I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby, yeeaahhh |
The Rollie rose gold |
And the car, it needs help cause it’s got suicide doors |
And she keep the trap clean, cause she a trap queen |
20 bands in some denim, we call 'em trap jeans |
I’m like hey, wassup, hello, and then I’m like goodbye |
When the pack be gettin' low, the plug on the way |
He bringin' us another load |
It’s 64 a show and 750 for an O |
And all my niggas hittas, they gon' let that pain go |
They like «Gotti get money,» I’m like, «How the fuck you know?» |
Pull up in that Wraith, I gotta let that money show |
My niggas in NY, they be fuckin' with the snow |
My niggas in New Jersey, they know all about the blow |
And I’m the trap king, nigga, plug goin' strong |
The page is touchdown and my niggas goin' long |
If you ain’t gettin' money then you know your trap wrong |
Old school flip, we call that shit a trap phone |
And I get high with my baby |
I just left the mall, I’m gettin' fly with my baby, yeaaahhh |
And I can ride with my baby |
I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby, yeeaahhh |