Arch The Boss - 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***as tried to combat me on f** sh** But I bounce back on these n***as 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**h And your ho like damn I seen him Shopping with a b**h in Neimans? Only came for the b**hes 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**hes know I'm bout it Had a table with Rihanna Can't see cause the sh** too crowded Brought my b**h here and her b**h here Plus she brought her friends here Rolling like a wheelchair Me and my n***a Sincere, go! [Hook: Yung Berg & Los] A hunnit racks, f** 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** 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**h black on black like Whoopi f**ing Danny Glover f**ed up that Medina Had to snatch the Bentley That b**h triple white I call it Janet, Jack and Chrissy She said “Oh my god you s**y 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 sh** 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**, god damn My drop top on rollerblades My n***as in Paris And we going cray [Hook]