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