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, pussy killed the trapstar ♪ My fuckin' pussy killed the trapstar ♪ I was fresh, in Manolo's 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, pussy killed the trapstar ♪ My fuckin' pussy killed the trapstar ♪ 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 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, 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