Trap lyrics

[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 n*ggas tried to combat me on f*ck sh*t
But I bounce back on these n*ggas
Gave they hoes ???
Left the club with Ray J
And gave two hoes one wish
Five star, getting dough
Spent two hunnit on one b*tch
And your ho like damn I seen him
Shopping with a b*tch in Neimans?
Only came for the b*tches 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 b*tches know I’m bout it
Had a table with Rihanna
Can’t see cause the sh*t too crowded
Brought my b*tch here and her b*tch here
Plus she brought her friends here
Rolling like a wheelchair
Me and my n*gga Sincere, go!
[Hook: Yung Berg & Los]
A hunnit racks, f*ck 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, f*ck 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 b*tch black on black like Whoopi f*cking Danny Glover
f*cked up that Medina
Had to snatch the Bentley
That b*tch 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 di*k and when I drop the sh*t
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 sh*t, god damn
My drop top on rollerblades
My n*ggas in Paris
And we going cray
[Hook]