[Intro: ATL]
Klep, on the pussy palm - klep (What?)
Klep, on the pussy palm - klep (What?)
Vegetables on the beds this track is damned (What?)
The boys and I removed this trap hut
[Chorus: Yanix & ATL]
Ingot bars fly from my trap hut
Right on the floor already carries stuff
This is not a stash, scourge, this is a trap hut
I drink from my throat a booze, like Trap Dad
This is a trap hut, This is a trap hut
The boys and I removed this trap hut
This is a trap hut, This is a trap hut
The boys and I removed this trap hut
[Verse 1: ATL]
Dirty-Dirty South, Crunk Juice
On this trap machine I roll
Just a little bit more - and I’m fighting, because I’m sticking out for Russia
Behind the dirty nun’s cheek is a sweet split like Chupa Chups
And let the planet shake like an ass
For a dear little rapper we raise our elbows from the heart to the sun
From the heart to the sun, from the whole heart to the sun
Babylonian crowd of freaks
In Russian rap the southernmost navy - Pushkin
On the back smoke crack Piggy, Stepashka and Karkusha
Tanchik smokes like fireworks, so dick put out
Here smoothly lay Fraerok - from the heart and into the soul
[Chorus: Yanix & ATL]
Ingot bars fly from my trap hut
Right on the floor already carries stuff
This is not a stash, scourge, this is a trap hut
I drink from my throat a booze, like Trap Dad
This is a trap hut, This is a trap hut
The boys and I removed this trap hut
This is a trap hut, This is a trap hut
The boys and I removed this trap hut
[Verse 2: Yanix]
Clap (Clap) Clap (Clap) Baby, clap your ass
I swear to god it's not a cigar - it's a fat johnny
What fisting? Locking in fashion, I dance in her womb
I twist creepers on her ass, a member is clear that she has zory
She shaved the word "Swag" right on her pubis
I immediately expressed her respect, now we fuck under the trap
I put on a pacifier in the new Pyrex - it became bright like a fucked up
Skinny ass twerks here, already a spark flies from the bones
This bitch is Madonna’s granddaughter
She loves trill, Supreme and all black
Hangs out under the spice in Givenchy
And all these tsatskas are fake
She says “Boychicks,” I say “Bullshit”
Wants to Party College, I say "Fu Beach"
So pass EDM-party
To summarize - Russia for the sad, Pussy
[Chorus: Yanix & ATL]
Ingot bars fly from my trap hut
Right on the floor already carries stuff
This is not a stash, scourge, this is a trap hut
I drink from my throat a booze, like Trap Dad
This is a trap hut, This is a trap hut
The boys and I removed this trap hut
This is a trap hut, This is a trap hut
The boys and I removed this trap hut