Trapspot - Intellectual

[Chorus]

Man, fuck twelve, I'm in my trap hot

Pull up in a Phantom to the trap spot

We be in the kitchen whipping crack rock

I just fell in love with the damn guap

Call up Lil O, he run the Beamers

30 with a beam on my damn Glock

Better not snitch if I get caught

If you do then I'm pulling up on yo block

Pistol to your face, designer at the waist

Big 30 on me, boy, don't make me catch a case

If you snitch, then I'm pulling up on yo block

[?], yeah, we all bloodshot

Bet y'all niggas pussy, all y'all niggas [?]

Make some guala with the gang, you call the damn cops

Bitch I get the bands, that will not stop

I just call your wifey just to give me top

Pull up in a foreign, man, you know I'm scorin'

Lookin' at my posse, that bitch [?]

Pull up with the gang, I let my pistol hang

Bitch they know I'm Lil Pump, I'm pullin' up with gang