Letras
-thirty racks stuffed in a folder
I ain't never seen gay girls fuck to Bipolar
Drop blood in my soda, then bend her all over
All over the sofa, I'm chiefin' like Sosa, Trap cult
Trap cult, bitch, you already know, it's Trap-
Ayy, oh-oh (yeah)
Oh-oh-oh (yeah, yeah)
Oh-oh (yeah, ooh)
You guys the only thing keepin' me goin'
Boofin' on goo pack, young nigga floorin'
Can't even pronounce how a young nigga flowin'
Can't understand where a young niggas going (Finesse Cult)
Bad yellow bitch on my dick and she blowin'
Yeah, down off the Xan', but she keepin' it goin'
Holding my racks, but she keepin' it though
Suck my dick so good, she say "Wait, I'm goated"
Got LooseLeaf smoke, it keep me goin'
Count my suck up, bitch already knowin'
She got me psyched out, almost lost my focus
All these ho's phony, these new niggas posеr
I ain't never seen thirty racks stuffed in a foldеr
I ain't never seen gay girls fuck to Bipolar
Drop blood in my soda, then bend her all over
All over the sofa, I'm chiefin' like Sosa, Trap cult
Trap cult, bitch, you already know, it's Trap—
(Real trap shit, bitch)
I told the bitch, "Leave me alone," 'cause I'm boofin'
Cult in her wrist, yeah, I know she not new to this
Young niggas goin' up, and yuke proving it
Niggas mad as fuck, yuke and Yen stay doin' shit
I don't give a fuck, nigga, totin' on full clip, yeah, funny-fuck nigga
I'll drive by, hit you on your trunk, nigga
I'll drive by, hit you and your slut, nigga (Finesse Cult)
Ayy, I caught him lackin' off the bars, ayy
I was geekin' up on Mars too
You shop at Saks and Zara too
Touchin real pape', I count up blue
Me and Yen really stuck to the loot
Stuck to the loot like some motherfuckin' glue
Shoot at the boot, it's snake in my boot
Catch a snake, nigga, all I know is shoot
Shit, what do you think? He don't know what to do
Slide with that chop', and my ho goth too
We don't give a fuck, nigga, we gon' go slide on you
Pull up ten-deep, niggas really hopped out on you
You wanna-, what?
(Finesse Cult)