Professor Trap

[Intro]
Professor Trap is here to teach you niggas today

[Verse 1]
Y'all slicker than some soap
I'm sicker than if syphilis was chillin' in the Pope
I'm picking out these rappers, line 'em next to me and flow
If a nigga can't keep up with me, then niggas get the pole, blaow!
Five-foot-five, still knock ya nigga's face off
Call me Mickey Mantle, crackin' niggas like a baseball
Pussy niggas acting like they fast but never race, aw
I'ma do the dash, you better hide ya fuckin' safe, dog, look
Gucci straight from Italy, I'm literally the greatest
These bitches wanna bump me but they boyfriends always hatin'
I been on my grind like if my sneakers made for skating
Was walking through the valley of the shadow getting faded, uh
Picture Joey sitting on a sofa
Writing up a catalyst and sippin' on some soda
Purple gettin' crushed he's rolling up a bunch of doja
The next thing that you know, Airbnb account is over

[Interlude]
Airbnb deleted my account after I got caught hotboxing when I shot the music video for "Microwave"
I had to pay like five bands
Fuck Airbnb
Look
Uh, uh, look

[Verse 2]
A venue cannot book me 'less they know that I'ma smoke one
I'm analyzing pacifism, actually, there's no fuck
City on my back, the fuck they thought I was, a tow truck?
I need some more respect, you pussy niggas can not show up
T-R-A, and yeah P is for the pistol on me
Plus she pop her pussy like a pimple on me, ew
Joey prolly faded, nigga, sippin' on a pill
Hate these niggas 'round, me no one else is ever real
Always need attention, that's way Joey gotta kill
I be on a kill streak bout to get a nuke, chill
Rest in piece to any beat I spit on
Recipe is melodies Akachi made to hit on
Body any beat so it's a murder, that's the shit, huh?
Gucci, Fendi, Prada not enough, let's hit a lick, uh
Professor Trap, you gotta teach these niggas
I should take attendance tryna reach these niggas
Bars is like a Xanax how they sleep on niggas
I be in a Audi, finna creep on niggas, nyoom
Niggas get to snitchin' when you not around 'em
So my circle small just like the top on Johnson's Baby Powder
Talking bout the shit they really not about will get 'em grounded
Stupid niggas turn to some pussies, I'ma get 'em pounded
Over, over, over, over