Trap

[Intro - Los] I’m on a PJ in my PJs with a QP of that KU SH IT you need ID when they play you [Verse 1 - Yung Berg] Several times these fraud niggas tried to combat me on fuck shit But I bounce back on these niggas Gave they hoes ??? Left the club with Ray J And gave two hoes one wish Five star, getting dough Spent two hunnit on one bitch And your ho like damn I seen him Shopping with a bitch in Neimans? Only came for the bitches and the drinks Trey Songz, T.I., two reasons Bow hard bet Louis Vuitton They greeting me with Rose Just left K. Smith crib bout to link with Meek ??? And I’m bout, I’m bout it, these bitches know I’m bout it Had a table with Rihanna Can’t see cause the shit too crowded Brought my bitch here and her bitch here Plus she brought her friends here Rolling like a wheelchair Me and my nigga Sincere, go! [Hook: Yung Berg & Los] A hunnit racks, fuck is that? I drop it back, she threw it back All we do is trap, all we all we do is trap All we do is trap, all we all we do is trap All we do is trap, all we all we do is trap All we do is trap, all we all we do is trap Hunnit racks, fuck is that? All we do is trap, all we all we do is trap [Verse 2 - Los] Look Just grabbed that Medina Bout to snatch the summer That bitch black on black like Whoopi fucking Danny Glover Fucked up that Medina Had to snatch the Bentley That bitch triple white I call it Janet, Jack and Chrissy She said “Oh my god you sexy Los, your style's the nicest” I don’t pop no Britney but I pop that Miley Cyrus I dropped her too she popped her too Her girlfriend I pop her too Got the proper dick and when I drop the shit Now I’m the one she screaming poppa to I go ham, ham All red drop top Lamb She got that wham, bam Then when she drop that shit, god damn My drop top on rollerblades My niggas in Paris And we going cray [Hook]