Yoyoyo, gas, pour me up pour me up
Racks racks racks... racks racks racks
Yung Rylo f*ck you mean
Its a party in the trap flippin packs smokin dope
Hunnid deep in the street wit me look like the pope
I could sell you the xanny I could sell you the coke
And I been gettin to this chicken see the goose on my coat
I got racks, I could serve you up a pack
I could hit it from the front or I could hit it from the back
And they hittin on my line yea they hittin up my jack
Know we always flippin work like its a party in the trap
I been ballin
Bad bitches always callin and she feignin for that black card its in the loui wallet
I got bricks in my closet
Hunnid k on a deposit and Im gettin to this drip like a faucet
In the foreign
Ballin on em Michael Jordan first night wit a bitch and you know a youngin scorin
Cuz im wavy
And these bitches want my baby
So I kicked her out the crib because that hoe was actin crazy
And she bluffin
Know I could get up in that muffin
And I only pow the Quali Ion f*ck wit Robotussin
Keep a red dot
They know Yung Rylo is the med doc
Ion really send shots I just like to bend thots
Nut on her face thats a headshot
62nd and 3rd where the feds knock
I'm movin, off a xanny bar I'm snoozin
If I get up in that pussy know that treesh is gon be oozin
Its a party in the trap flippin packs smokin dope
Hunnid deep in the street wit me look like the pope
I could sell you the xanny I could sell you the coke
And I been gettin to this chicken see the goose on my coat
I got racks, I could serve you up a pack
I could hit it from the front or I could hit it from the back
And they hittin on my line yea they hittin up my jack
Know we always flippin work like its a party in the trap
Keep a quad in my Ksubis my bichh bad when she do me
I'm her dad but Im smokin fat dubies
Good beans from Mumbai in my Truies keep a pint in my Loui
I cant go one night without the sight of a bad bitch that new me
Or that blew me
I was out making profit taxin noobies now I'm out in the West makin hoochie
I cant fake this shit no more I'ma get out and I'ma do me
And that coupe is Caucasian
I'm off the f*ckin bean eyes low like an Asian
And my Rollie is a bustdown shit look amazin
3 Models on my dick suck me dry like a raisin
West side where I'm posted
Smokin on that pack light the wood and then I ghost it
And I'm faded off the bean yea you know Im f*ckin toasted
And I look like Bill Gates how this profit is grossin
Its a party in the trap flippin packs smokin dope
Hunnid deep in the street wit me look like the pope
I could sell you the xanny I could sell you the coke
And I been gettin to this chicken see the goose on my coat
I got racks, I could serve you up a pack
I could hit it from the front or I could hit it from the back
And they hittin on my line yea they hittin up my jack
Know we always flippin work like its a party in the trap
Yung Rylo - Trap Party Lyrics
Yung Rylo - Trap Party Lyrics
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English
Yoyoyo, gas, pour me up pour me up
Racks racks racks... racks racks racks
Yung Rylo f*ck you mean
Its a party in the trap flippin packs smokin dope
Hunnid deep in the street wit me look like the pope
I could sell you the xanny I could sell you the coke
And I been gettin to this chicken see the goose on my coat
I got racks, I could serve you up a pack
I could hit it from the front or I could hit it from the back
And they hittin on my line yea they hittin up my jack
Know we always flippin work like its a party in the trap
I been ballin
Bad bitches always callin and she feignin for that black card its in the loui wallet
I got bricks in my closet
Hunnid k on a deposit and Im gettin to this drip like a faucet
In the foreign
Ballin on em Michael Jordan first night wit a bitch and you know a youngin scorin
Cuz im wavy
And these bitches want my baby
So I kicked her out the crib because that hoe was actin crazy
And she bluffin
Know I could get up in that muffin
And I only pow the Quali Ion f*ck wit Robotussin
Keep a red dot
They know Yung Rylo is the med doc
Ion really send shots I just like to bend thots
Nut on her face thats a headshot
62nd and 3rd where the feds knock
I'm movin, off a xanny bar I'm snoozin
If I get up in that pussy know that treesh is gon be oozin
Its a party in the trap flippin packs smokin dope
Hunnid deep in the street wit me look like the pope
I could sell you the xanny I could sell you the coke
And I been gettin to this chicken see the goose on my coat
I got racks, I could serve you up a pack
I could hit it from the front or I could hit it from the back
And they hittin on my line yea they hittin up my jack
Know we always flippin work like its a party in the trap
Keep a quad in my Ksubis my bichh bad when she do me
I'm her dad but Im smokin fat dubies
Good beans from Mumbai in my Truies keep a pint in my Loui
I cant go one night without the sight of a bad bitch that new me
Or that blew me
I was out making profit taxin noobies now I'm out in the West makin hoochie
I cant fake this shit no more I'ma get out and I'ma do me
And that coupe is Caucasian
I'm off the f*ckin bean eyes low like an Asian
And my Rollie is a bustdown shit look amazin
3 Models on my dick suck me dry like a raisin
West side where I'm posted
Smokin on that pack light the wood and then I ghost it
And I'm faded off the bean yea you know Im f*ckin toasted
And I look like Bill Gates how this profit is grossin
Its a party in the trap flippin packs smokin dope
Hunnid deep in the street wit me look like the pope
I could sell you the xanny I could sell you the coke
And I been gettin to this chicken see the goose on my coat
I got racks, I could serve you up a pack
I could hit it from the front or I could hit it from the back
And they hittin on my line yea they hittin up my jack
Know we always flippin work like its a party in the trap
Racks racks racks... racks racks racks
Yung Rylo f*ck you mean
Its a party in the trap flippin packs smokin dope
Hunnid deep in the street wit me look like the pope
I could sell you the xanny I could sell you the coke
And I been gettin to this chicken see the goose on my coat
I got racks, I could serve you up a pack
I could hit it from the front or I could hit it from the back
And they hittin on my line yea they hittin up my jack
Know we always flippin work like its a party in the trap
I been ballin
Bad bitches always callin and she feignin for that black card its in the loui wallet
I got bricks in my closet
Hunnid k on a deposit and Im gettin to this drip like a faucet
In the foreign
Ballin on em Michael Jordan first night wit a bitch and you know a youngin scorin
Cuz im wavy
And these bitches want my baby
So I kicked her out the crib because that hoe was actin crazy
And she bluffin
Know I could get up in that muffin
And I only pow the Quali Ion f*ck wit Robotussin
Keep a red dot
They know Yung Rylo is the med doc
Ion really send shots I just like to bend thots
Nut on her face thats a headshot
62nd and 3rd where the feds knock
I'm movin, off a xanny bar I'm snoozin
If I get up in that pussy know that treesh is gon be oozin
Its a party in the trap flippin packs smokin dope
Hunnid deep in the street wit me look like the pope
I could sell you the xanny I could sell you the coke
And I been gettin to this chicken see the goose on my coat
I got racks, I could serve you up a pack
I could hit it from the front or I could hit it from the back
And they hittin on my line yea they hittin up my jack
Know we always flippin work like its a party in the trap
Keep a quad in my Ksubis my bichh bad when she do me
I'm her dad but Im smokin fat dubies
Good beans from Mumbai in my Truies keep a pint in my Loui
I cant go one night without the sight of a bad bitch that new me
Or that blew me
I was out making profit taxin noobies now I'm out in the West makin hoochie
I cant fake this shit no more I'ma get out and I'ma do me
And that coupe is Caucasian
I'm off the f*ckin bean eyes low like an Asian
And my Rollie is a bustdown shit look amazin
3 Models on my dick suck me dry like a raisin
West side where I'm posted
Smokin on that pack light the wood and then I ghost it
And I'm faded off the bean yea you know Im f*ckin toasted
And I look like Bill Gates how this profit is grossin
Its a party in the trap flippin packs smokin dope
Hunnid deep in the street wit me look like the pope
I could sell you the xanny I could sell you the coke
And I been gettin to this chicken see the goose on my coat
I got racks, I could serve you up a pack
I could hit it from the front or I could hit it from the back
And they hittin on my line yea they hittin up my jack
Know we always flippin work like its a party in the trap
Writer: Ryland Kallman
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