Trap Boys

[Intro]
Fore'n
Double-S
Oh Lord, Jetson made another one
Gang

[Chorus: Lil Mexico]
Is you selling or you buying? You trapping or you lying?
Got my weight up, I remember I was selling nicks and dimes
Good gas, different kinds, all I see is dollar signs
Bitch, I got the trap jumping just like Jordan in his prime
Is you selling or you buying? You trapping or you lying?
Got my weight up, I remember I was selling nicks and dimes
Good gas, different kinds, all I see is dollar signs
Bitch, I got the trap jumping just like Jordan in his prime

[Verse 1: GuapDaMenace]
It’s 3 AM, I'm drinking Rémy Martin
Tell that grown man I won't argue, chopper get to sparkin’
Paint his head up with the beam and call him Dennis Rodman
I got my bag, you tried to count it, so I'm back to robbin'
I'm really in the streets, my boy, they said you is a Barbie
Big boy dually truck, it ain't hard to find me
How you want your niggas broke? Damn, they should've slimed you
Eighty thousand on my wrist, bitch, I'm finna time you
Bitch I'm finna time it, watch me count it up (Up)
They call me Big Guap (Why?), ’cause I mount it up
I’m tired of flexing money, I'ma show my force
Yeah, you grown, but to this .40 you a little boy
I get ’em in, I get 'em off since I jumped off the porch
The streets is cold but I will burn you with this fuckin' torch
The basket gone as soon as they land on the fuckin' porch
My mama told me ball and stunt on all you fuckin’ whores

[Chorus: Lil Mexico]
Is you selling or you buying? You trapping or you lying?
Got my weight up, I remember I was selling nicks and dimes
Good gas, different kinds, all I see is dollar signs
Bitch, I got the trap jumping just like Jordan in his prime
Is you selling or you buying? You trapping or you lying?
Got my weight up, I remember I was selling nicks and dimes
Good gas, different kinds, all I see is dollar signs
Bitch, I got the trap jumping just like Jordan in his prime

[Verse 2: Muddy]
Bitch, I know you lost so I pour fours every time
You know my gang, we rep that red flag, diss that, you dyin'
Blue and green money, you might think I'm colorblind
I ain't selling dope, but big bro in the kitchen whippin' pies
She say that she don't smoke weed, pop the X, that get her high
You went on a lick with your mans, but when he shoot, how you ain't fire?
You cap like you that dude but we all know you not that guy
I'm in a two door coupe late night on your block when I slide
'Member I had dreams to hoop, but right now I just trap and shoot
I'm with your bitch in the coupe, she suck my dick the woopty-woop
Pop a Perc', no, I pop 2
No, bitch, you can't hit my juice
He say he gon' step on who?
Bitch, I'm a fool with that tool

[Chorus: Lil Mexico]
Is you selling or you buying? You trapping or you lying?
Got my weight up, I remember I was selling nicks and dimes
Good gas, different kinds, all I see is dollar signs
Bitch, I got the trap jumping just like Jordan in his prime
Is you selling or you buying? You trapping or you lying?
Got my weight up, I remember I was selling nicks and dimes
Good gas, different kinds, all I see is dollar signs
Bitch, I got the trap jumping just like Jordan in his prime