[Intro: No Plug]
I'm a trap boy, yeah bitch that's what I'm supposed to be
Thousand pounds in the kitchen, bitch we baggin' groceries

[Chorus: No Plug]
I'm a trap boy, yeah bitch that's what I'm supposed to be
Thousand pounds in the kitchen, bitch we baggin' groceries
Bitch we gettin' money, I got gas, I got Hercules
Ice on my wrist, cold as fuck, it's like four degrees
I'm a trap boy, yeah bitch that's what I'm supposed to be
Thousand pounds in the kitchen, bitch we baggin' groceries
Bitch we gettin' money, I got gas, I got Hercules
Ice on my wrist, cold as fuck, it's like four degrees

[Verse 1: No Plug]
All my n***as trap, all my n***as 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 bitch 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***a make me laugh
Draco on the passenger side, I nutted in her eye
Pulled up in that drop top coupe, that bitch is circumsized
N***a say he turned for them bricks, that n***a tellin' lies
N***a say he 'bout that smoke but he don't want to die
I ain't gotta say shit n***a, 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 bitch that's what I'm supposed to be
Thousand pounds in the kitchen, bitch we baggin' groceries
Bitch we gettin' money, I got gas, I got Hercules
Ice on my wrist, cold as fuck, it's like four degrees
I'm a trap boy, yeah bitch that's what I'm supposed to be
Thousand pounds in the kitchen, bitch we baggin' groceries
Bitch we gettin' money, I got gas, I got Hercules
Ice on my wrist, cold as fuck, 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***a that ain't shit 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 bitch that's what I'm supposed to be
Thousand pounds in the kitchen, bitch we baggin' groceries
Bitch we gettin' money, I got gas, I got Hercules
Ice on my wrist, cold as fuck, it's like four degrees
I'm a trap boy, yeah bitch that's what I'm supposed to be
Thousand pounds in the kitchen, bitch we baggin' groceries
Bitch we gettin' money, I got gas, I got Hercules
Ice on my wrist, cold as fuck, it's like four degrees