Epic Records - Trap Trap Trap lyrics

[Intro: Rick Ross] Beep, beep I'm sittin' at the red light My ankle monitor beepin' Hadn't been charged (f** that) I think I see the beeper (let's bounce, man) Mmm, bounce [Chorus: Rick Ross] I took my roof off at the red light I took my roof off at the red light Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap Brown bag legend 'cause it's all cash Brown bag legend when it's all cash Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap [Verse 1: Rick Ross] First one on the block, woah, I need mine off the top, uh Overtown, he got shot, but he died in Opa-locka Couldn't save one lung, hit 'em up, hmm, hmm See the look on my face (woo!) like Carol City one state n***as hate on my sound, 'til I went the first round Then I earnt the Lombardi, ain't no f**boys allowed Only f** if she exclusive, her favorite rapper Lil Boosie To tell the truth I didn't ask, when it come to b**hes I'm Gucci I'm the wrong one to rob, in the jungle I'm Nas In the label I'm Russ, in the trap I'm Rick Ross Double M, Goldman Sachs, just like Omar and Khloe You came down for the packs, I sent you back loaded [Chorus: Rick Ross & Young Thug] I took my roof off at the red light I took my roof off at the red light I took my roof off at the red light Roof off at the red light Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap Trap, trap Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap Trap, trap, trap, trap, sheesh Brown bag legend 'cause it's all cash Brown bag legend when it's all cash Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap [Verse 2: Young Thug] I was tryna bet the whole map Out in Vegas, out the trap n***as talkin' 'bout raidin' the trap Man, I'm 'bout to go ape in the trap (n***a goin' ape sh**) n***a, watch your babies in the trap n***a cookin' oil base in the trap Young n***a slave in the trap n***a run base, base in the trap I'm 'bout to get this sh** movin', yeah Answer the door with the Woolie, yeah Wrist in the water, I need me a boat I'm 'bout to get this sh** cruisin', yeah Stand at the stove 'til you're woozy, woozy Let's make a movie, movie, yeah Move, move, move b**h, I'm richer than Tom Cruise, yeah So many different meds on me f** around, call the Fed on me Chk-chk, boom boom boom your head, homie, reds Draco got a lot of lead on it, you dead [Chorus: Rick Ross] I took my roof off at the red light I took my roof off at the red light Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap Brown bag legend 'cause it's all cash Brown bag legend when it's all cash Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap [Verse 3: Wale] Yeah, Wale though, uh, uh I ain't nothin' like the trap n***as, Goyard backpack n***a Uber crates 'til the Feds pull up, woo woo, cataracts, n***a I'm the type, holla at the wife Her body yours, but her soul is mine Adios, do a hundred 20 All she want is good dick and advice Wraith, scrappin' my tires, Jameson 'til I'm fried Famous here but I'm humble, Double M the Empire Renzel got me all day, I'm Kyrie, he LeBron James Tired n***as say Folarin ain't top I've been SportsCenter every day I ain't nothin' like them trap guys, I mean I kinda do bag dimes I kinda never do back down, leave a n***a high via rap lines Get a beat, leave it baptized, mob ties, but it's black lives Black lives, n***a, trap lives, gimme five on the black side [Chorus: Rick Ross & Young Thug] I took my roof off at the red light I took my roof off at the red light I took my roof off at the red light Roof off at the red light Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap Trap, trap Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap Trap, trap, trap, trap, sheesh Brown bag legend 'cause it's all cash Brown bag legend when it's all cash Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap