Lil nas x - Donald trump


It's in the trunk, (yeah, yeah)
Pop the trunk and let you meet lil' Donald Trump, (pop it)
I got 13 hammers, need a reason why
I should clap a nigga, send 'em in the sky
All you rapper niggas finna run and hide
I got that yapper pussy, niggas finna die
Gotta choppa, call it Donald Trump
Cause it's loud as fuck and it hate niggas
Got some llamas, leave em in the trunk
Call em fishin' rods and you the bait nigga
Yeah, my name is Lil Nas
Bitch, never call me Lil Naz
Cause if you do, I promise you, I'm coming through and I'm bustin' ass
Gotta lotta cash in the stash
If you touch that then you getting splashed
Gotta bad bitch with a thick ass
She a stripper hoe, yeah, she get cash
My flow incredible, Swae Lee unforgettable
Pussy niggas keep talkin' shit
I'ma having singing to the medicals
I don't fuck wit no federals
Fuck 12, them niggas 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' mollys, 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 tiny
Bad bitch, polka dot bikini
Shootin' niggas, like eeny-meenie-miney-moe
Catch a fuck boy by his toe
Take his hoe, if he talk shit, let it blow
Leave that nigga six feet below
Shoot a pussy nigga like, pull up on 12 like
Ain't no pretending all my niggas
Winning we trending, we sending them
Pick up the Glock, 9 on the dock
Blow yo shit up, like we up in Iraq
Sellin' them rocks, I milly rock
You niggas can't rap
Go get back to yo' job

Writers: Montero Lamar Hill

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