Trapstar

Trapstar
Trapstar
Grill in your mouth
Big rims on your car

You know I'm looking for them
You see me looking for them
I'm always looking for them
You known I'm looking for them

I'm looking for that G, boy (G, boy)
See ya rolling down my street, boy (street, boy)
Oh, yeah

I need a trapstar, trapstar
Grill in your mouth
Big rims on your car

So fresh, so clean
Nikes on his feet
Escalade on 23s
Pockets always deep

So tight, so fly
Always with a bad chick
Three car garage
Straight balling like its nothing
He be on them hundred spokes
And he be where them boys be smoking

Go head
Blow ya horn
Baby, I got what you want
Shawty, we can get it crunk
Boy, you know
I'm looking for them

Love it when he made
Hot with an attitude
Passion of a thug
I can't wait to make up with you

Ride for the boy
Die for the boy
I'll even take the stand
And lie for the boy