Trap Queen Cover/Remix by Zeshan Lyrics
[Bridge: Sarah Q]
I'm like "Hey, what's up? Hello"
Seen my pretty eyes soon as I came in the door
I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll
Married to the money, introduced him to my stove
Showed him how to whip it, now he remixin' for low
He my trap king, let him hit the bando
We be countin' up, watch how far them bands go
We just set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos
A 50-60 gram, prob a 100 grams though
And he love how she work the damn pole
Hit the club, we be letting bands go
Everybody hating, we just call them fans though
In love with the money, I ain't never letting go
[Hook: Sarah Q & Zeshan]
And I get high with my baby
I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeah
And I can ride with my baby
I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby, yeah
And I can ride with my baby
I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeah
And I can ride with my baby
I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby
[Verse 1: Zeshan]
Yeah
Zeshan
B.A.$.E. Squad
Yuh
I’m like hey what's up, hello
I’m just tryna chill, I just got back from a show
Every time I do one gotta charge a little mo’
Now them people know me every city that I go
So you know it’s only right that I be repping when I’m home
They don’t know the feeling when you getting all this love
Everything looks different when you lookin' from above
Now when I be flyin' I be lookin' at the ground
Cause that was where I started at but shit look at me now
See I was always blessed but never had much
I said I was gon' do it, they would laugh yup
And now I make them haters sick just like a bad lunch
But ima keep doin my thing until the last punch
Damn I’m about to kill it about to feed the block
I was just waiting for the beat to drop
Everybody knows that I keep it hot
But this is coming from the soul like my sneakers talk
Grown as a man so I know what I'm sayin
I ain't have a dad that was holding my hand
I wasn’t the boy that would go with the plan
Run it back at the end if you don’t understand
My mom worked hard every day boy
Just to give me the life that she came for
When she left Pakistan for the states boy
So no times for the games boy
I don’t know if I’m just being cautious
Or maybe cause I been houseless
I ain't really tryna rent houses
Boy I’m just tryna buy the penthouses
I ain't really tryna sit here in idle
I'd rather run laps 'round your idol
I kept it 100 since 9-0
I ain't never been scared of the 5-0
I never back down from no rival
I say it with my hand on the bible
But now that they pay me for my shows
They could say what they want but I’m gone
[Hook: Sarah Q & Zeshan]
And I can ride with my baby
I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeah
And I can ride with my baby
I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby
[Verse 2: Zeshan]
Boy I put Pakistan on my back
Even though I was born in Chi-raq
I mean the murder rate is bout the same thing
So it’s almost like I ain't left
Yup, was a wild child I’m OG now
I got robbed twice I got beef now
I got shot at I got beat down
But that was me then, this is me now
I’m grown up and I’m good
Boy they show love in my hood
You ain't really got much to be scared of
But if you owe us something you should
Now I pray to Allah, I tell him thanks for the blessings
They ask me "man how’d you do it" I tell 'em boy I was destined let's go
I'm like "Hey, what's up? Hello"
Seen my pretty eyes soon as I came in the door
I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll
Married to the money, introduced him to my stove
Showed him how to whip it, now he remixin' for low
He my trap king, let him hit the bando
We be countin' up, watch how far them bands go
We just set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos
A 50-60 gram, prob a 100 grams though
And he love how she work the damn pole
Hit the club, we be letting bands go
Everybody hating, we just call them fans though
In love with the money, I ain't never letting go
[Hook: Sarah Q & Zeshan]
And I get high with my baby
I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeah
And I can ride with my baby
I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby, yeah
And I can ride with my baby
I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeah
And I can ride with my baby
I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby
[Verse 1: Zeshan]
Yeah
Zeshan
B.A.$.E. Squad
Yuh
I’m like hey what's up, hello
I’m just tryna chill, I just got back from a show
Every time I do one gotta charge a little mo’
Now them people know me every city that I go
So you know it’s only right that I be repping when I’m home
They don’t know the feeling when you getting all this love
Everything looks different when you lookin' from above
Now when I be flyin' I be lookin' at the ground
Cause that was where I started at but shit look at me now
See I was always blessed but never had much
I said I was gon' do it, they would laugh yup
And now I make them haters sick just like a bad lunch
But ima keep doin my thing until the last punch
Damn I’m about to kill it about to feed the block
I was just waiting for the beat to drop
Everybody knows that I keep it hot
But this is coming from the soul like my sneakers talk
Grown as a man so I know what I'm sayin
I ain't have a dad that was holding my hand
I wasn’t the boy that would go with the plan
Run it back at the end if you don’t understand
My mom worked hard every day boy
Just to give me the life that she came for
When she left Pakistan for the states boy
So no times for the games boy
I don’t know if I’m just being cautious
Or maybe cause I been houseless
I ain't really tryna rent houses
Boy I’m just tryna buy the penthouses
I ain't really tryna sit here in idle
I'd rather run laps 'round your idol
I kept it 100 since 9-0
I ain't never been scared of the 5-0
I never back down from no rival
I say it with my hand on the bible
But now that they pay me for my shows
They could say what they want but I’m gone
[Hook: Sarah Q & Zeshan]
And I can ride with my baby
I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeah
And I can ride with my baby
I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby
[Verse 2: Zeshan]
Boy I put Pakistan on my back
Even though I was born in Chi-raq
I mean the murder rate is bout the same thing
So it’s almost like I ain't left
Yup, was a wild child I’m OG now
I got robbed twice I got beef now
I got shot at I got beat down
But that was me then, this is me now
I’m grown up and I’m good
Boy they show love in my hood
You ain't really got much to be scared of
But if you owe us something you should
Now I pray to Allah, I tell him thanks for the blessings
They ask me "man how’d you do it" I tell 'em boy I was destined let's go