Текст песни Trap Queen (Acoustic Version) - Tyler Ward

Two, three and, aha
Uh, seventeen thirtyeight, uh
Alright im like hey what's up hello
Seen your pretty face soon as you came through the door
I just wanna chill got a sack for us to roll
Married to the money, introduced her to my stove
Show her how i whip it, now she remixin' for low
She my trap queen by the way she says hello
We be counting up by the way bands go
We just had a go talking but your lamboos
Got 50, 60 grand 6grand band tho
I swear i love it how she move so slow
Gotta hit the club we be letting
We got hatters but we call them fans tho
We be calling and we nevet leting go
Im getting high with my baby
I just left the mall im getting fly with my baby, yea yea
And i can ride with my baby
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby
And i can ride with my baby
I just left the mall im getting fly with my baby, yea yea
And i can ride with my baby
I be in the kitchen cookin' piess with my babyy, heyyy
Oh
Oh
Don't you see i got a trap queen
Im going out with my trap queen
And all we know is bands
Im'ma snach a Ferrari and buy my boo a lamb
I jut pick up a neckalece drop a couple on rank
She aint warnin for nothing
Cause i got her for nothing
Hey yo
Hey yo