Trap Jumpin' - Lil Mexico

I jumped up off the porch and started trapping with the thugs

I can’t work no 9 to 5, I fell in love with selling drugs

Told my teacher when I grow up I know I’mma be the plug

I don’t got shit to give a bitch but in the trap I’m showing love

Trap jumping I got J’s at the door

Good dope they keep coming back for more

You falling off cuz your pack moving slow

I get it gone cuz I get it for the low

I can’t work no 9 to 5 I’d rather serve it to the fiends

I got the trap jumpin like I’m on a trampoline

I’ve been counting all the money, all I see is blue and green

Making profit off the drugs, I weigh it on the triple beam

In a kitchen with my daddy and he taught me how to lock it

Big racks inside my pockets got me flexin like I’m Rocket

And you know I’m plugged in like the muhfuckin socket

All these drugs I be servin got my pockets lookin stocky

Started selling nicks and dimes, and now I’m playing 'round with P’s

Migo don’t got a piano, but I know he keep a key

I got different types of drugs, I can getchu whatchu need

I’m the neighborhood plug, tell em come and shop with me

Trap jumping I got J’s at the door

Good dope they keep coming back for more

You falling off cuz your pack moving slow

I get it gone cuz I get it for the low

Mexico was skippin school, but in the trap I’m doin math

Beat the pack just like a boxer, gotta hit it with the jab

I got money flowin in like the water in the bath

Know I made my mama mad because I took my daddy’s path

Keep my strap when I be trappin, I can’t take another loss

I been running, catching plays, like my name was Randy Moss

Front them bags to my dawg, he know how to get em off

I heard your partner’s not your bro, so you can’t call yourself a boss

I been trappin all week, they been blowin up my phone

I’m juggin and finessin, gotta get the pack gone

And until I make my profit, I ain’t goin back home

New money in my pockets with the same clothes on

I jumped up off the porch and started trapping with the thugs

I can’t work no 9 to 5, I fell in love with selling drugs

Told my teacher when I grow up I know I’mma be the plug

I don’t got shit to give a bitch but in the trap I’m showing love

Trap jumping I got J’s at the door

Good dope they keep coming back for more

You falling off cuz your pack moving slow

I get it gone cuz I get it for the low