Pussy Killed The Trapstar

He was fresh outta college, twenty-four

Dick pressed up in Michael Kors

Sellin' flakka to the whores

A big lick waitin' to happen

The beat, it was bangin' four-by-four

Knew he saw me from the door

Told him I was out on tour

I lied, bitch, I knew he was trappin'

Left the club now we're driving in the Beam

Send the addy of the telly to the team

Get upstairs, daddy, let me get a drink

Nah, just kidding, pussy killed the trapstar

My fuckin' pussy killed the trapstar

I was fresh, in Manolo's on the strip

True Religions with the rips

Kylie Lip Kit on my lips

He pulled up, lookin' to trick

And I said I was out here on a trip

Bat my lashes, blow a kiss

Could I get a ride real quick?

He said if I show him a tit, shit

Hop in now we're flirting on the road

Make a left, daddy, I know where to go

Setup, girl, and he doesn't even know

Hey, pull over, pussy killed the trapstar

My fuckin' pussy killed the trapstar

Cause of death was my pussy

Time of death was six

He thought that I'm selling nookie

But I'm a setup chick

Shake my na-na, na-na, na-na

Shake my na-na, na-na, na-na

Do my thing

In the line for the teller at the bank

Givin' eyes and I'm dressed like a skank

He's like, "Baby, let me buy you a drink"

Wait, one second, pussy robbed the bank too

My fuckin' pussy robbed the bank too

My fuckin' pussy goin' out of control

My fuckin' pussy killin' everything

Sorry