Lil Mexico – Trap Boys (Remix) lyrics

[Intro]
Fore'n
Oh Lord, Jetson made another one

[Chorus: Lil Mexico and Yung Mal]
Is you selling or you buying? You trapping or you lying?
Got my weight up, I remember I was selling nicks and dimes
Good gas, different kinds, all I see is dollar signs
Bitch, I got the trap jumping just like Jordan in his prime
Is you selling or you buying? You trapping or you lying?
Got my weight up, I remember I was selling nicks and dimes
Good gas, different kinds, all I see is dollar signs
Bitch, I got the trap jumping just like Jordan in his prime (Iceburg)

[Verse 1: Yung Mal]
I got the trap jumpin' just like Jordan
Came up, now a young nigga important (Uh-huh)
I send them packs off, I export 'em (Woo)
Soft ass niggas, they gettin' extorted (Pussy)
I got the hood on my shoulders (Yeah)
I send them shots while your baby in stroller (Damn)
Iceburg cold, I don't think it get colder
Got some money put up, and it keep gettin' older (Yeah)
Bitch, I ran 'em over (I ran 'em over)
Everything I touch turn golden (Okay)
Damn, my account runnin' over (Racks)
Damn, my cup so moldy (Mud)
Pockets bustin' open (Huh?)
Damn, these racks, can't fold 'em (Uh-uh)
Block hot, 12 patrolling (Hot)
We post bail, they notice (Fuck 'em)
I was sellin' nicks and dimes, now they pay me for my rhymes
Lawyer talkin' for me, so I'm beatin' all my crime
I just got booked and they sent me a dime
Rollie bust down, I don't even know the time
How the fuck you hate on me, nigga? I ain't do shit but grind
Get your assed crossed like I'm Big Slime
New Trackhawk, and I got a redeye
Droppin' the dot on the opp if they pull up
You know they ass, they got, stay strapped up
Can't go anywhere without that four-five, hold up
Hah, yeah
Count it up, I get a lot
Keep this shit real, I'm not gonna lie
Whatever I sell, they buy, nigga, huh
I got it hot, yeah

[Chorus: Lil Mexico]
Is you selling or you buying? You trapping or you lying?
Got my weight up, I remember I was selling nicks and dimes
Good gas, different kinds, all I see is dollar signs
Bitch, I got the trap jumping just like Jordan in his prime
Is you selling or you buying? You trapping or you lying?
Got my weight up, I remember I was selling nicks and dimes
Good gas, different kinds, all I see is dollar signs
Bitch, I got the trap jumping just like Jordan in his prime

[Verse 2: Lil Mexico]
Hold up (Uh), hold up (Uh)
Yeah, I'm finna fuck it up
These niggas can't fuck with us
I ran it up, they know it's up (I did)
Got the trap jumping just like Jordan in his prime (His prime)
Different flavors of the gas, know we servin' different kinds (Good gas)
I done took off on these niggas, and I did it perfect time (I took off)
All these racks inside my pocket, got 'em thinkin' I done signed (Them racks)
Mexico gon' keep a stick, you might think that nigga blind (Facts)
Boy, and when I'm with your bitch, she let me hit it from behind (The back)
Ain't no competition, niggas know I run the city (I really)
Told my brothers that I got 'em and I know they comin' with me (I got 'em)
Still screamin' fuck the opps, tell them pussies come and get me (Fuck 'em)
Never lackin', I'm in traffic, I be ridin' with a glizzy (That stick)

[Chorus: Lil Mexico]
Is you selling or you buying? You trapping or you lying?
Got my weight up, I remember I was selling nicks and dimes
Good gas, different kinds, all I see is dollar signs
Bitch, I got the trap jumping just like Jordan in his prime
Is you selling or you buying? You trapping or you lying?
Got my weight up, I remember I was selling nicks and dimes
Good gas, different kinds, all I see is dollar signs
Bitch, I got the trap jumping just like Jordan in his prime