[Intro – male, low & mean] Yeah… Lil bit trap Don’t fucking test it (Ad-lib: Uh… Memphis) [Verse 1 – Male, fast aggressive flow] Trap stay jumpin, trunk stay bumpin You don’t want this smoke, your ass get yoked Choked out, dumped in the alley, zipped in a bag Struttin through the block while my Dickies sag Nine on the hip, 90s on the feet Fuck with me, I guarantee you lose them teeth No beef, motherfucker, get slumped from the pump Crunk, little drunk — fuck around, find out, you fuckin punk (Ad-libs: Yoked… bagged… teeth… punk) [Chorus – Male + Female, forceful, stacked] I’m a lil bit trap, all the way bad Hot as July but I still pack that strap Bad energy, don’t play that shit You can look, you can thirst, but you better not trip Lil bit trap, all the way mean Sweet face in the club but the clip stay clean Dirty mind, Memphis runnin through the veins I smile when I like you… I smile when I aim (Ad-libs: Trap… strap… trip… aim) [Verse 2 – Female, fast aggressive flow] Grew up where the crickets louder than the cops Boys talk tough till the real one drop Don’t need no bodyguard, I keep a backup plan Both of ‘em under the seat of the same sedan Phonk in the speakers, steel in the trunk One minute I’m the trophy, next minute you dunk Don’t confuse the voice with a soft little mind Been puttin soft niggas in the dirt since ninth Fuck your feelings, fuck them soft-ass lines I don’t do soft dick, I don’t do soft times You want the fantasy? Better pay the price This real bitch come with a body and a knife (Ad-libs: Drop… dunk… dirt… knife) [Bridge – Male then Female, half-time then snap back] Male: You want the hard one? You get the whole damn package The one that can fuck And the one that can package Female: Don’t get it twisted I’m hot and I’m lethal You can have the fantasy Just don’t make it real (Ad-libs: Package… lethal… real) [Final Chorus – Both, louder, more aggressive] I’m a lil bit trap, all the way bad Hot as July but I still pack that strap Bad energy, don’t play that shit You can look, you can thirst, but you better not trip Lil bit trap, all the way mean Sweet face in the club but the clip stay clean Dirty mind, Memphis runnin through the veins I smile when I like you… I smile when I aim (Ad-libs layered hard: Trap! Strap! Aim!) [Outro – Male, cold] Lil bit trap… Don’t fucking test it. (Ad-lib: Memphis…)
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