Trapstar

Trapstar

Trapstar

Grill in your mouth

Big rims on your car

You know I'm looking for them

You see me looking for them

I'm always looking for them

You known I'm looking for them

I'm looking for that G, boy (G, boy)

See ya rolling down my street, boy (street, boy)

Oh, yeah

I need a trapstar, trapstar

Grill in your mouth

Big rims on your car

So fresh, so clean

Nikes on his feet

Escalade on 23s

Pockets always deep

So tight, so fly

Always with a bad chick

Three car garage

Straight balling like its nothing

He be on them hundred spokes

And he be where them boys be smoking

Go head

Blow ya horn

Baby, I got what you want

Shawty, we can get it crunk

Boy, you know

I'm looking for them

Love it when he made

Hot with an attitude

Passion of a thug

I can't wait to make up with you

Ride for the boy

Die for the boy

I'll even take the stand

And lie for the boy