Make Up lyrics

[Chorus]
Listening to Gucci, put my make up on
Listening to Future, put my make up on
Listening to Dex, put my make up on
Listening to Gotti, put my make up on
Bad b*tches love trap music
Play my trap music and trap to it
Bad b*tches love trap music
Ayy, play my trap music and trap to it

[Verse 1]
All of you b*tches so silly, man I need a key to the city, ayy
My chain making these b*tches dizzy, I'm tryna rack up to a milly
Fine little b*tch from the D, no you not f*cking with me
Loving on me, they say yeah I'm fleek
Want to see me, hit y'all for bucking
Don't trust no b*tch, I'm staying lowkey
Talking on this b*tch, ain't tryna make no scene
I cannot lie, your man love my music, he say my sh*t fire
Disrespect me, I know you ready to die
Ayy, Helly did the beat, my iris on fleek
On my Glo Gang sh*t, road needs to sell cheap
b*tches really don't beef, all these n*ggas is weak
Chopper with me, let me know when you're ready to eat b*tch

[Chorus]
Listening to Gucci, put my make up on
Listening to Future, put my make up on
Listening to Dex, put my make up on
Listening to Gotti, put my make up on
Bad b*tches love trap music
Play my trap music and trap to it
Bad b*tches love trap music
Ayy, play my trap music and trap to it

[Verse 2]
Play my trap music and trap to it
That strap on me, don't act stupid
That thirty in it, I keep shooting
Tryna talk money, I speak fluent
All of my n*ggas came in with them K's
Tryna run off and you get blew away
Lil n*gga lose your life tryna set a play
How much did you spend and how much did you make
My n*ggas rob you and sell it for the low
Split up the forty and grab the draco
OG in the kitchen whippin' the coke
Get to the bankroll, you ain't got no dough

[Chorus]
Listening to Gucci, put my make up on
Listening to Future, put my make up on
Listening to Dex, put my make up on
Listening to Gotti, put my make up on
Bad b*tches love trap music
Play my trap music and trap to it
Bad b*tches love trap music
Ayy, play my trap music and trap to it