(Intro – Rick Ross)
Beep
Beep
I’m sitting at the red light
My ankle monitor beeping
Hadn’t been charged
I think I see the beeper
Bounce
(Chorus – Rick Ross)
I took my roof off at the red light
I took my roof off at the red light
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Brown bag legend cause it’s all cash
Brown bag legend when it’s all cash
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
(Verse 1 – Rick Ross)
First one on the block, woah
I need mine off the top, uh
Over town, he got shot
Muddy died in Opa-locka
Couldn’t save one lung
Hit em up, hmm, hmm
See the look on my face woo!
Like Carol City one state
Ni**as hate on my sound
Til I went the first round
Then I earnt the Lombardi
Ain’t no f**kboys allowed
Only f**k if she exclusive
Her favorite rapper Lil Boosie
To tell the truth I didn’t ask
When it come to bi**hes I’m Gucci
I’m the wrong one to rob
In the jungle I’m Nas
In the label I’m Russ
In the trap I’m Rick Ross
Double M, Goldman Sachs
Just like Omar and Khloe
You can’t dial for the packs
I sent you right back loaded
(Chorus – Rick Ross & Young Thug)
I took my roof off at the red light
I took my roof off at the red light
I took my roof off at the red light
Roof off at the red light
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap, trap
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap, trap, trap, trap, sheesh
Brown bag legend cause it’s all cash
Brown bag legend when it’s all cash
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
(Verse 2 – Young Thug)
I was tryna bet the whole map, Vegas, stay in the trap
Ni**as talking bout raiding the trap
Man I’m bout to go ape in the trap, ni**a going ape s**t
Ni**a watch your babies in the trap
Ni**a cook a whole base in the trap
Young ni**a slave in the trap
Ni**a run base, base in the trap
I’m bout to get this sh*t moving, yeah
Answer the door with the Woolie, yeah
Wrist in the water, I need me a boat
I’m bout to get this sh*t cruising, yeah
Stand at the stove til you’re woozy, woozy
Let’s make a movie, movie, yeah
Movie, movie, movie
Bi**h I’m richer than Tom Cruise, yeah
So many different meds on me
F**k around, call the fed on me
Boom boom boom your head, homie
Draco got a lot of lead on it
You dead
(Chorus – Rick Ross)
I took my roof off at the red light
I took my roof off at the red light
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Brown bag legend cause it’s all cash
Brown bag legend when it’s all cash
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
(Verse 3 – Wale)
Wale though
I ain’t nothing like the trap ni**as
Goyard backpack ni**a
Uber crates til the feds pull up
Woo woo, cataracts, ni**a
I’m the type, holla at the wife
Her body yours, but her soul is mine
Adios, do a hundred 20
All she want is good d**k and advice
Wraith, scrapping my tires
Jameson til I’m fried
Famous here but I’m humble
Double M the Empire
Renzel got me all day
Kyrie, he LeBron James
Tired ni**as say Folarin ain’t top SportsCenter every day
I ain’t nothing like them trap guys
I mean I kinda do bag dimes
I kinda never do back down
Leave a ni**a high via rap lines
Get a beat, leave it baptized
Mob ties, but it’s black lives
Black lives, ni**a, trap lives
Gimme five on the black side
(Chorus – Rick Ross & Young Thug)
I took my roof off at the red light
I took my roof off at the red light
I took my roof off at the red light
Roof off at the red light
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap, trap
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap, trap, trap, trap, sheesh
Brown bag legend cause it’s all cash
Brown bag legend when it’s all cash
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
