[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 niggas trap, all my niggas 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, nigga make me laugh

Draco on the passenger side, I nutted in her eye

Pulled up in that drop top coupe, that bitch is circumsized

Nigga say he turned for them bricks, that nigga tellin' lies

Nigga say he 'bout that smoke but he don't want to die

I ain't gotta say shit nigga, 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 nigga 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