[Chorus: Quavo]
Real trap n***as where the bands at
Real shooter n***a where your straps at
Let me see, Let me see, Let me see
Let me see, Let me see, Let me see
When you pull it out, gotta hold it real real low
No need to let the fucking feds see

[Verse 1: Quavo]
You a trap n***a, where your bricks at, n***a?
You a shooter, n***a where your strap, n***a?
Thinkin' that I'm soft, I'll cut your hand off
Read about it on the channel news n***a
You think that I'm crazy, I'll pull out the pistol, won't miss ya
Fuck that, nevermind that, n***a what you laughin' at?
POW POW POW ain't got nothin' to laugh at
10 missed calls on my iJack
They don't know where to fuckin' buy it at
Got my eye on a n***a like an iPad
I gone do bitch cooking up [?]
You sippin' gator skin, a fanny pack [?]
You know she got a lot of grams and
Know she got a lot of bandz in
She bringin' back boomerang, do you get it?
BOING BOING BOING, the Js annoying
Shine like drop of a coin
Hop on a jet just to get a P.T
They don't know that is [?] doing
Mistery, mistery
Got you feelin' like Scooby Doo
Have you ever witnessed [?] a dead man
Stash in the living room (stash!)
[Chorus: Quavo]
Real trap n***as where the bands at
Real shooter n***a where your straps at
Let me see, Let me see, Let me see
Let me see, Let me see, Let me see
When you pull it out, gotta hold it real real low
No need to let the fucking feds see

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
You a trap n***a, where the bricks at, n***a?
Breakin' your bitch like a Kit-Kat, n***a
Flippa got a choppa, better hold that down
Pull on your block, and now spray with a 100 round
Broke n***as do a whole lot of talking
I be ridin' with a carbon
That white girl just too gorgeous
Pull up in a Mazi on Forgis
Bitch I'm rich cause a n***a hit a jackpot
Quavo got birds in the trap spot
32 bricks in the Re-Rock
100 band jewler got the block hot
N***a mad cause I made it and I'm iced out
Red bad bitch with a D-Cup
Fuck you bitch, I got big bucks
Countin' up bandz in the Brinks Truck
[Chorus: Quavo]
Real trap n***as where the bands at
Real shooter n***a where your straps at
Let me see, Let me see, Let me see
Let me see, Let me see, Let me see
When you pull it out, gotta hold it real real low
No need to let the fucking feds see

[Verse 3: Jose Guapo]
Ready from the street, gotta keep it Low-Key
Can't let a fuck n***a tryna' peep Low-Key
Can't say no we, I don't know you 'be
Fuck n***a might work for the peeps
Been down, laid down, n***a all about money
[?]
I know n***as still trappin'
Know n***a been trappin
Know n***a been trappin' since a baby
So n***a you can get you a whole key
Or n***a you can get you a OZ
Put [?] like Kobe
If you so 'bout it, then n***a just show me
Real trap n***as still [?]
[?]
I know n***a, you are the one who sent it through the mail
Apo, Guapo, I never tell
On Hoppa Street, yeah they got fish scale
I really can't tell you too much
Everyday n***a tryna' make trap sales
I know you seen Snow on Tha Bluff
Dodging the F-E-D
They shippin' and wrappin' the peas
We search, we locate the lean
Wrap it and ship it to me
[Chorus: Quavo]
Real trap n***as where the bands at
Real shooter n***a where your straps at
Let me see, Let me see, Let me see
Let me see, Let me see, Let me see
When you pull it out, gotta hold it real real low
No need to let the fucking feds see