Trap Paris

[Intro: Machine Gun Kelly & Quavo] Ayy Woke up in, woke up in Soundin' real godly Quavo Sonny rollin' grams of wax (yeh) [Verse 1: Machine Gun Kelly] Woke up in Paris Broke all the mirrors (what that mean?) Must mean, last night was too turnt They caught me fucking on camera I ain't embarrassed Pull up, back home, flag on, tats out What the fuck is that 'bout? I'm home-bred, hometown Been around the world, I'm back now I'm Mr. Miyagi with wax in the sake And I'm running the streets of the city like Rocky Who da champ? Who da champ? Diamond fangs like a vamp Where's the package with the stamp? Bust it open by the lamp Roll it up 'till I cramp Uh, four rings on my hands, uh Smoke rings from the grams , uh Got a lady and a tramp Bitch I made it from the trap Gunner [Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign] I woke up in Paris In the bed, with a bad bitch (bad bitch, bad bitch) First, I roll up the lettuce Then I went back for seconds Swear that pussy the wettest I woke up in Paris In the bed, with a bad bitch (bad bitch, bad bitch) First, I roll up the lettuce Then I went back for seconds Swear that pussy the wettest [Verse 2: Quavo] Made it from the bottom What you thinking of me? (what you thinking) I made it from the bottom What you thinking of me? (what you thinking) When I was on the bottom You didn't hang out with me (no way) Now I got some dollars They keep hanging with me (yeah) Take a lot of Molly, that's your fantasy (that's your fantasy) Pull up with the gang and stop playing with me (stop playing) You took too much of Coco It made your nose bleed (trippin) Too turnt for the bando (too) Shoot two times through the window (shoot) Pop one off with a kick though (pop one) Pop one off this endo (shoot) Old money like a Nintendo Bring it back home, this the reload (bring back) Crips mights call it a kilo (crip) Bloods might call it a bilo (blood) Put my wrist in a freezer (wrist) Heat it up, turn it up to beast mode (yeah) Bitch, I made it from the trap (trap) Whole thang in my lap Bitch, I made it from the trap (trap) Got your girl in my lap (yeah) Bitch, I made it from the trap (trap) Got the police running laps (yeah) Bitch, I made it from the trap (trap) Bitch, I made it out the trap [Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign] I woke up in Paris In the bed, with a bad bitch (bad bitch, bad bitch) First I roll up the lettuce Then I went back for seconds Swear that pussy the wettest I woke up in Paris In the bed, with a bad bitch (bad bitch, bad bitch) First, I roll up the lettuce Then I went back for seconds Swear that pussy the wettest