Pussy Killed The Trapstar

[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
Pussy killed the trapstar
My fuckin' pussy killed the trapstar

[Verse 2]
I was fresh in Manolos 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

[Chorus]
Pussy killed the trapstar
My fuckin' pussy killed the trapstar

[Bridge]
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

[Verse 3]
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

[Outro]
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