I’m the trap Selena
Xans, Perky, check (yeah), Bill Belichick
Take the air out the mall (hey), walk in with the sacks

Bitch, you my son, go and sit on the potty (rrrr)
Skrrt! ¡Dame más gasolina!
[Chorus: Quavo]
Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton)
My crown won’t fit on your bum-ass lace fronts (uh)
"Hey yo Nick, didn’t you just do a hit with Gotti?"
Bitches is pressed, administer mouth to mouth
I’m with a couple bad bitches that’ll rip the party
Sit so high in the nosebleeds (yeah)
You don’t want smoke with me, this is a laced blunt
Uh, the coupe came imported (hey)
Soon, as I land on the Lear (whew)
No nigga wanna be my ex (no)
Offset!
That too, but my niggas send hits like Gotti
Man, we should sell that porn
I’m boujee, so, bitch, don’t get near (boujee)
Shiftin’ gears (shift), on the Nawf, get serious (serious)
I turn Offset on
full of water (Patek) Patek and A.P.
I don’t work in no office, but they copyin’ and that’s facts though
These hoes ain’t what they say they are
Feel like I can fly, yeah
And the left hand on Richard Mille (ice)
Take the air out the mall, walkin’ with the sacks
Hit the gas, it got flames out the rears (skrrt)

Pop a Perc and catch a feel (I pop one)

Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it)
[Intro: Quavo]
I am the champ, I’m Iron Mike in a bout
That’s not a reliable source, no
Right hand on the Bible, I swear I won’t tell (swear)
Get you lined for that paper like a loose leaf when that strap blow
I wonder how many platinums we gon’ sell (albums)
[Verse 2: Offset]
This season’s Off-White come in snorted (white)
Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it)
Faced my fears (fears), gave my mama tears (mama)
Piguets, they wet, tears (‘guets)
They reachin’ out like they back itchin’
I call him Ricky, he say he love me like Lucy
You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)
‘Cause he cums more, when I see him less
That’s why I fire up a bleezy (fire)
Face all your fears, then get at me
All of your friends’ll be dead, you can get hit with that Uzi
Suicide doors, Britney Spears
Criss Angel, make dope disappear (voilà)
Why would I hop in some beef (why?)
If Nicki should show me her titty

When I could just hop in a Porsche?
[Verse 4: Nicki Minaj]
I don’t wanna hear I’m actin’ different
Ride the dick like a BMX
Hit so many donuts on them backstreets

Attention, I’ma need you to face front
Rap’s Jackie Chan, we ain’t pullin’ them fake stunts
[Verse 5: Takeoff]
I can actually afford to get a pink Bugatti
If I get to play with that kitty
Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton)
Take the air out your broad (woo, woo, woo, E)
Get you a straw nigga, you know this pussy is juicy
Pull up, woo, woo, jumpin’ out the court (jump)
Same hoes that was sendin’ shots
Hundred K, I spend on my señora (racks)
You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)
‘Cause money is treatin’ me well (uh uh)

Xans, Perky, check (yeah), Bill Belichick
My chest bad, give me chills
You heard she gon’ do what from who?
[Chorus: Quavo]

Abort the mission, that’s a kill (pew, pew, brrr)
It’s a race to the bag, get the mills (hey)
Uh, yo, watch your man, then you should watch your mouth
Is the same lips that be ass kissin’
Straight up there (where?), we didn’t take the stairs (where?)
Now I cannot feel the wheel (woah)
Same lips that be talkin’ ’bout me
This Givenchy is custom made, now you can’t get it at Saks though
Take the air out the ball, just so I can flex
If Quavo the QB, I’m Nick Lombardi
Green Lamborghini a tortoise (Lambo)
Pull up, woo, woo, jumpin’ out the court (jump)
No human being, I’m immortal (no)
Motorsport, motorville
M-M-M-Murda
Ain’t make no commitment with none of you bitches
My pinky on margarine, butter (margarine)
I scuffed ’em runnin’ from 12 (12)
I love when he go on tour

Take the air out your broad (hey), now she can’t go back
Faced my fears (fears), gave my mama tears (mama)

And their pussy stank, they catfishin’
I ain’t tryna be violent, but if Nicki on it, it slaps, ho
You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sports (skrrt, skrrt)
488, hit the gears (488)
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sports (skrrt, skrrt)
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sports (skrrt, skrrt)
Yeah, Cardi B, I’m back, bitches
Take away pain, ain’t easy (pain)
Brand new Chanels (Chanels)
Straight up there (where?), we didn’t take the stairs (where?)
[Chorus: Quavo]
Take the air out the ball (yeah), just so I can flex
[Outro: Quavo]
Niggas not cappin’ this season

Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it)
Pull up, woo, woo, jumpin’ out the court (jump)
Girl, yeah, yeah, I wish my grandma could see me (grandma)
So tell me, have you seen her?
And my ears got McDonald’s nuggets (ayy)
[Verse 3: Cardi B]
Yeah, woo, yeah, skrrt
Let me wrap my weave up
Shiftin’ gears (shift), on the Nawf, get serious (serious)
It’s a wrap, like the things on the head of a Saudi
I get up set off
Pull up in the space coupe, I done linked with Marty
You see them stats, you know what I am about

I told him the other day
Not the watch, but the price on the ice

[Verse 1: Quavo]
You bitches catchin’ a fade, shout out my nigga Lil Boosie
If you don’t know what that is (huh)