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[intro: no plug]
i’m a trap boy, yeah b-tch that’s what i’m supposed to be
thousand pounds in the kitchen, b-tch we baggin’ groceries

[chorus: no plug]
i’m a trap boy, yeah b-tch that’s what i’m supposed to be
thousand pounds in the kitchen, b-tch we baggin’ groceries
b-tch we gettin’ money, i got gas, i got hercules
ice on my wrist, cold as f-ck, it’s like four degrees
i’m a trap boy, yeah b-tch that’s what i’m supposed to be
thousand pounds in the kitchen, b-tch we baggin’ groceries
b-tch we gettin’ money, i got gas, i got hercules
ice on my wrist, cold as f-ck, it’s like four degrees

[verse 1: no plug]
all my n-ggas trap, all my n-ggas clutchin’ on they strap
all that louis yeah, all that gucci, all that fendi yeah
vvs’s yeah, gucci with the snake, got every pair
all my diamonds rare, play with eagles b-tch i’m like mcnabb
diamonds on my yeah, on me yeah, like they took a bath
bricks is thirty-five, that’s too high, n-gga make me laugh
draco on the p-ssenger side, i nutted in her eye
pulled up in that drop top coupe, that b-tch is circ-msized
n-gga say he turned for them bricks, that n-gga tellin’ lies
n-gga say he ’bout that smoke but he don’t want to die
i ain’t gotta say sh-t n-gga, you see it in my eyes
he say he want want a whole thirty-six, well that’s a half a pie

[chorus: no plug]
i’m a trap boy, yeah b-tch that’s what i’m supposed to be
thousand pounds in the kitchen, b-tch we baggin’ groceries
b-tch we gettin’ money, i got gas, i got hercules
ice on my wrist, cold as f-ck, it’s like four degrees
i’m a trap boy, yeah b-tch that’s what i’m supposed to be
thousand pounds in the kitchen, b-tch we baggin’ groceries
b-tch we gettin’ money, i got gas, i got hercules
ice on my wrist, cold as f-ck, it’s like four degrees

[verse 2: marlo]
oh you a trap boy? we run in your spot, we takin’ up all them blocks
can’t sell a rock, we perch in your spot, we makin’ your block hot
i stay strapped boy with two-two-threes, i feel like hercules
thousand grams of cocaine, lil n-gga that ain’t sh-t to me
the ninth ward cold, that’s just how that goes
i’m in that bowl, over that gas stove
i’m posted with woad, that’s just all i know
just me and my bros, i’ll never break that code

[chorus: no plug]
i’m a trap boy, yeah b-tch that’s what i’m supposed to be
thousand pounds in the kitchen, b-tch we baggin’ groceries
b-tch we gettin’ money, i got gas, i got hercules
ice on my wrist, cold as f-ck, it’s like four degrees
i’m a trap boy, yeah b-tch that’s what i’m supposed to be
thousand pounds in the kitchen, b-tch we baggin’ groceries
b-tch we gettin’ money, i got gas, i got hercules
ice on my wrist, cold as f-ck, it’s like four degrees



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