"American Pie" lyrics

Trap house burnt down

Welcome to my trap I'll take you to the back
Got mini mac's got traps got fiends
When I hit the block it turn five-hundred degrees
When I hit the block I make them fiends hit they knees
Fifty-two bitches and they know to work that stove
Trap in Western Mall I still know to work that bowl
Trap in Western Mall I seen some things but never told
[?] Parks trapping in the gas station with the bowls
I'm really in the trap I seen that Young Nudy poster
I got a factory job, you know I work at Coca-Cola
Remix the work, I black that thang with the soda
Call me Dr. Fauci, I turn that Pepsi to Coca-Cola
Got some real ties and seen some thangs but never told you
I'm the big homie nigga I ain't never rolling over
I'ma tell you pussy niggas how I remix the cola
I'ma tell you pussy nigga my fiend look like Devin Booker
I got that blank look on my face like Devin Booker
I'ma tell you bitch niggas I seen more things in a trap then a hooker
Remix the Fetty Wap but, you know I ain't hook ya'
Twenty-five bitches and they never became hookers
I'm really in the game bitch, you're an on-looker
That fentanyl got that blank stare like Devin Booker
That heroin make 'em lay down like Devin Booker
I really want that American Pie nigga like Ashton Kutcher