SALSEROS

Yao (brr)
Yi (brr, brr, brr)
Trap Life
Trap Season, Trap Life
I look like a salsa dude
Salsa dude, I look like one, hey
Pulling my pants down, yi

I look like a salsa dude
Yeah, with this band, I look like a salsa dude (salsa dude)
I get down with her, but we're just homies
I showed her the bank account, and she saw I was stacking, homie
Your boyfriend and his crew thought they were gonna cause a mess (where they at?)
I called up the crew, we showed up, what happened to them?
They caught up with the squad and we look like salsa dudes (we look like salsa dudes)
With this band, I look like a salsa dude

She checked the violins and freaked out (ah!)
What’s up, sparker? Did you fizzle out? (you fizzled out, uh)
When it's time to handle business, I call Willie (Willie, Willie)
You know Willie doesn't mess around with the vocals (brr)
I don’t get dirty, I’m the voice of the ghetto (yeah)
They tell me to sing, and they do the work (okay)
I used to hit the stage, but those days are gone (yi)
Now I'm an artist, and the music pays off
The music pays off
I'm on the up and up, I’m doing my thing (yeah, yeah)
She’s eyeing me, says she recognized me (yeah)
Asking if I’m the one from Tura, the one who sings the dirty stuff
Asking if I live what I sing, and to prove it, how would it be?
I know she's a bad girl and the street's cold (she's a bad girl)
She smells like Lattafa, the scent the baddies wear (she's a bad girl)
Let’s not waste time, she’s got a man (she's a bad girl)
But she’s out here free, hasn’t gone out in a while (she's a bad girl)
Wondering if I can grab her and squeeze her on a tile (nah)
I’m showy, honestly, I’m not about that (okay)
Today I stepped out in Gucci, the scarf on my head (Gucci)
The Gucci belt and the double G’s are reversed (Gucci)
The bank account got thick, now my name carries weight (yes)
All my new girls look like royalty
One at a time, I’ll make them identical (amen)
Now the little ones, we give it to the strawberries
(Amen, yi)

We look like salsa dudes (salsa dudes)
Yeah, with this band, I look like a salsa dude
I get down with her, but we're just homies
I showed her the bank account, and she saw I was stacking black zeros
Your boyfriend and the crew thought they were going to cause a mess
I called up the crew, we showed up, what happened? (Prr)
Caught a bunch of people and we look like salsa dudes
Yeah, with this band, I look like a salsa dude

Step it up
I’m about to steal her, bro, hit it hard
Saying you’re falling short, bro, I’m ready to pull the trigger (ah)
Drink the cordial, don’t get caught with those slaps (yi, grr)
Your boyfriend threatened me, babe, what happened? (What happened?)
Don’t go acting like Shh, ended up on the ground
I’ll call your girl and smash her on the floors (yi)
I’ll have her join a video for Trap Season (Trap Life)
And she’ll be sad
A showstopper on the street, you saw me (you saw me)
I’m on my way, tell her to shower, get ready
Dress nice, cause she sees how I dress
And bring some drinks, 'cause my crew doesn’t compete
Shaking it up, yeah, a shake-up (yeah)
We grab three light-skinned girls and plant the flags (Tura)
They turn yellow and green, we make them all act like thieves (Tura)
They don’t like the Trap, she’s always been a salsa girl (Tura, okay)

Here comes the first salsa of my career (uh-huh, uh-huh)
I want you to get on all fours and give me body and hips (uh-huh)
She’s got to loosen up, it’s great if she cooperates (uh-huh)
Pass it quick, cause money doesn’t wait
I put her in four and hit the dark girl like Joe
I don’t even smoke and brought a couple joints
I don’t get these guys, they take those bad girls and then fuck things up
Gonna look for the salsa boys to steal them
Yih

Grra-pa-pa-pa
Ha
Trap Season, Trap Life
We look like salsa dudes
Seventy dark ones from the ghetto, you know what’s up
Seventy demons, seventy shooters, bitch
Bitch, leather
Prra