Philo$ Cult - Perfume lyrics

[Verse 1] Trap Lord on my belly, free my n***a Really Elijah smoking that smelly, ménages in the telly Bonde b**h named Shelly, dick all in her belly I met that b**h at a fashion show, she was rocking Margiela I was with Quasey Casey rocking all that Versace Might be in there sailing, smoking all that Beijing Ten stacks in my pocket, for no reason I got it f** around and hit Sin City, tell that b**h to pop it What's up with you and Purrp? I ain't into all of that gossip He brought the funk into my crew, you gotta ask Rocky about it All I know is A$AP riding in them Maybachs 40. cal, we spray that, when AK brratt you take nap Oh, Lord, that Hood Pope - oh, Lord, that Trap Lord Why they call you Trap Lord? Cause you a rap lord to my casket I ain't bowing to no time, Hood Pope on my gold shine My dirty n***as wanna tote nine, but we talk rhyme I tell 'em hold up [Hook] All I know is that Trap Lord, that Hood Pope All I know is that Trap Lord, but you're a rap Lord to my casket All I know is that fast Porsche smoking that good smoke Model b**h who from Brazil, she want it on her culo Riding 'round the city feeling like P. Diddy Glock 9 in my silk shirt, n***a, no Pac and no Biggie Riding 'round the city feeling like P.Diddy Glock 9 in my silk shirt, n***a, no Pac and no Biggie [Verse 2] No reply when you call Lord, mama cry 'til her throat sore Liechtenstein when I drunk four you was dying in this war hall Body left near the staircase courtesy of the whole mob Don't mean no f**ing thing when I pull up in that Goyard Shooked up from that toe star, ask questions like Nardwuar Like can you feel your f**ing legs? I bet that n***a cannot walk Persian b**h stack coke hard, sniff white 'till her nose soft I f**ed that b**h with no rubber, cause that b**h be so raw Puff-puff when the semi pump, n***a really gonna pop Trunks when you see me duck, n***as really want Y'all punks can't see the God trap, truly Lord And I click like Donkey Kong when I hit this long Better run when you see the mob, you be seeing God Hear the drum when my n***as march, you gon' see Allah You the son of a b**h n***a, you daddy a broad You a b**h, little b**h n***a, probably wearing bras [Hook]