Trapping ain’t Larping

[Intro]
Ey, ey
Ben y Evan in the car (skrrt)
Smell like curly fries and bad ideas (ja)
Arby’s run, otra vez
[Verse 1]
Ben contando puntos, like a loyalty card
Evan in the backseat, spilling sauce on my heart
Drive-thru lady like “otra vez ustedes”
Weird kids, big bags, cero mercedes
Got roast beef dreams, queso in the scheme
We don’t sell packs, we just flip ice cream
Hoodie full of crumbs, pockets full of ranch
We don’t hit the trap, we just hit the lunch
[Chorus]
Trapping ain’t larping, we don’t play pretend
We just trap at Arby’s every day with Ben
Got the meats, got the munch, that’s the only plan
If the block get hot, we just order again
Trapping ain’t larping, Evan by the door
Counting every ketchup like it’s somethin’ to hoard
No stress, no flex, just the sauce we spend
Trapping ain’t larping (nah)
We just trapping with friends
[Verse 2]
Ben dice “bro, mira, I got three coupons”
Evan “hit the gas, we gon’ eat till luz del sol’s gone”
GPS says home, pero nos da igual
We orbit that Arby’s like it’s planet central
Mamá texting “dónde estás, niño raro”
Estoy en la misión, securing sándwich caro
Evan trading curly fries like they contraband
“Two for one,” whisper deals, greasy little hands
[Chorus]
Trapping ain’t larping, we don’t play pretend
We just trap at Arby’s every day with Ben
Got the meats, got the munch, that’s the only plan
If the block get hot, we just order again
Trapping ain’t larping, Evan by the door
Counting every ketchup like it’s somethin’ to hoard
No stress, no flex, just the sauce we spend
Trapping ain’t larping (ey)
We just trapping with friends
[Bridge]
Who needs chains when you got napkin rolls
Quién quiere clout, tengo onion rings goals
Ben y Evan, yeah, los raros del mall (raros)
Pero cuando hay Arby’s
Somos reyes del local (woah)
[Chorus]
Trapping ain’t larping, we don’t play pretend
We just trap at Arby’s every day with Ben
Got the meats, got the munch, that’s the only plan
If the block get hot, we just order again
Trapping ain’t larping, Evan by the door
Counting every ketchup like it’s somethin’ to hoard
No stress, no flex, just the sauce we spend
Trapping ain’t larping (yeah)
We just trapping with friends

rap, Playful bilingual trap with bouncy 808s, bright synth plucks, and tight hats; male vocals leaning conversational and comedic. Verses stay nimble and rhythmic, trading Spanish and English punchlines; hook explodes with stacked gang vocals and ad-libs. Occasional sub drops and stop‑time moments to highlight jokes about food runs and chaos., playful