I got these fucking habits, if it's green, just let me have it

Watch 'em run, jackrabbits, .44, just let me pack it

Yeah, that dove and that grenade, renegades of the day

Check your pulse, motherfucker, no, we are not the same

'cause we can chop chop all that white up in the chop shop

Doping out the drop top, got these bitches jumping hopscotch

Trap gods, and we got everything you'll ever need

That's 818, that's 310, 405, that's 323.

Burn it down

Till it's raining embers and ashes, fall down to the ground

(Burn bitch to the ground)

Till it's raining embers and ashes, fall down to the ground.

Like a real rockstar

I'm a real trap god

Like a real rockstar

Burn it down, let 'em run, I'm a real trap god

Like a real rockstar

I'm a real trap god

Like a real rockstar

Burn it down, let 'em run, I'm a real trap god.

It's going down, my skin, it's plain i-in a pain

It's painted black, this ain't a act to entertain

Category six, lo-love is disastrous

Pour the gasoline, light up the matches

Question everything, don't trust the smile

This is fm radio, don't touch that fucking dial.

Burn it down

Till it's raining embers and ashes, fall down to the ground

(Burn bitch to the ground)

Till it's raining embers and ashes, fall down to the ground.

Like a real rockstar

I'm a real trap god

Like a real rockstar

Burn it down, let 'em run, I'm a real trap god

Like a real rockstar

I'm a real trap god

Like a real rockstar

Burn it down, let 'em run, I'm a real trap god.

So re-up and blast off 'cause we never act soft

Get beat up and slap box 'cause I'll break that ass off

Yeah, we keep this block hot, so run when we pop shots

We heat up this hotbox and pray to the trap gods.

Like a real rockstar (yeah)

I'm a real trap god (trap god)

Like a real rockstar

Burn it down, let 'em run, I'm a real trap god (trap god)

Like a real rockstar (oh)

I'm a real trap god (trap god)

Like a real rockstar

Burn it down, let 'em run, I'm a real trap god.