[Verse 1]
Diamonds on me doin' jumping jacks, n*gga
Bet fifty thousand playin' black jack, n*gga
Theater room with Tre-Tre watchin' Rugrats, n*gga
He grabbed his Nerf gun and screamed "blatt, blatt," n*gga (haha, trap baby)
I couldn't have a boss, so I didn't get a job
I'd rather skip school, hit the block and hustle hard
Most these n*ggas frauds, all they do is flodge
I heard that you can't go to your hood 'cause you got bought
[Verse 2]
All I wanted to be was a trap n*gga
Ain't got my ID but I got them racks, n*gga
She said he ain't nothin' like these rap n*ggas
I let her count a million, no cap, n*gga
Pull up with yo b*tch head in my lap, n*gga
Skeeted in her face, made her my baby sitter
All she ever wanted was a trap n*gga
f*ck a job, I--
[Verse 3]
Ridin' with them yoppers you can have it man (woah)
I just picked up 50 bags out the baggage claim (strong)
No no, my n*ggas ain't got a job, like I'm Martin Payne (haha)
Trap n*gga, that's a low down dirty shame (ha)
Hittin' it from behind she said smack it (smack it, smack it)
She the owner of a day care but she ratchet (ratchet, ratchet)
The car drives it self when I say Go Go Gadget (skkrr)
As for me, that's a low down dirty shame