Lyrics
Intro
Evil Empire, laughing all the way to the bank
Verse 1
Yeah, I'm in my own lane, I'm just tryna stunt
Pull up on your main bitch, I gave her dick for lunch
They always wanna text me, my phone ring about the guap
All around the clock, no that shit will not stop (Stop)
Chorus
I feel like Charlie Sheen, but you know, I'm clean
I mean't that, I chase the money, don't got STDs
And I'm in my foreign whip, with a foreign bitch
Pull up to my mansion, key card lemme in
Verse 2
But it's cool 'cause I'm- with robbie bitch, dance party, no stoppin' me
Hit the mall, we droppin' it
Dior purse, I'm at Hot Topic
OMG I'm flexin' up, pull up in my Bentley truck
And I know she wanna fuck
She say, she wanna lick my nuts
Yeah, and my Denims rough, hit my DM's, what the fuck
No free truey for you, you not finna use me boo
And,- and I cut my wrist up, 'cause I do not give a f-fuck
Crank that bitch like Souljah Boy, my stacks real and yours a toy (toy)
Chorus
I feel like Charlie Sheen, but you know, I'm clean
I mean't that, I chase the money, don't got STDs
And I'm in my foreign whip, with a foreign bitch
Pull up to my mansion, key card lemme in (key card lemme in)
Birdge
I said key card lemme in
She know all my secrets
She's like my twin (She's like my twin)
Practice all night
Till we fuckin' get it right (I feel like Chris Angel)
Practice all night till
Till I fuck- (Yeah it's practice only)
Verse 3
Cut my neck open, I'm a vampire in the club lights
Take my staff home, I'll practice with you in the moonlight
I know she like me, she like my drip, she like my fashion
Tied you up away, in my mansion
Rip apart your heart, I want you to be my valentine
Crush up all these X pills, flying high into the sky
Then we'll skirt away, in both our matching cars (Both of our matching cars)
I know that they hate me, 'cause they is not guap stars
Pre-Chorus
They not guap stars
They can't catch cameras flashin'
Can't catch paparazzi watchin', can't catch me lackin'
'Cause I bought a big ass Tonka truck, and sold it like an auction
Now these bitches wanna fuck on me, 'cause I drive a G wagon
Chorus
I feel like Charlie Sheen, but you know, I'm clean
I mean't that, I chase the money, don't got STDs
And I'm in my foreign whip, with a foreign bitch (With the foreign bitch)
Pull up to my mansion, key card lemme in
(Key card lemme in, yeah, key card lemme in)
Outro
Trapaholics, real trap shit
Track Details
Release Date
2022-03-20
tr1st4n
tr1st4n
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