Trap

go way back with my friends, we used to kick it all the time

Summertime cruising, listening to blues and sipping orange juice kicked with booze smoke a doobie snooze.

Then we wake up shake up, girls put on your make-up, we're going to tear up the club

every time the bass drops and a bottle pops

And shots don't stop dropping till the credit cards stop shopping

And the bartender starts mopping, we hit the road, what's popping?

X's and O's at Alexis and her hoes

Then its's relaxing your toes on the beaches with your bros

Bottles of ice cold rose and tequilas from Don Jose

We only do the right way till there's nothing left yeah!