Lyrics

Trappin' hard (let's go)
With the Backyard Boys (woo)
Dropping off the loads (ship), uh, we been making up the dough (woo)
Drop it to the floor, show me if you're flexible (flex, woo)
Got me too front pace (frontin), I be showing up and more
California dreaming, they be loving Dallas though (Dallas tho)
Making all the moves, they be following all my rules (all the rules)
Teach them how to roll (roll dough), get Bob Marley's, for your go
Loving H-town (Houston), baby, baby, show me some more (some more)

Now we popping (pop up), now we rollin' (rolling)
And we be feeling all alone
How we make it, I don't know (know, know)
Just believing in myself
Doing deeds and building ships, counting blessings, making steps, uh (stay live)
Further me a couple lifts, get the paper, then we dip (dippin)

Love me something natural, don't care about no lift (nah, nah)
I be in my zone, I'm trying to warm it up from deep (deep, deep)
Hit me from the south, I'ma show you what you need
Take it back (woah), I know that you feeling empathy
Feeling like a Martian, why you acting NPC (npc)
Keep it quiet, don't even be explaining nothing to me (nah, nothing to me)
Hating ain't gone get you ridin' in with me (ridin)
Back with how we living, it feels great to live so free

Backyard Boys, we get it done, we do it as you please (as you please)
Trappin' hard (go brazy) with the Backyard Boys (trappin' hard)
Dropping off the loads (sk-sk), we been making up the dough (up the dough)
Drop it to the floor, show me if you're flexible (flexin, woo)
Got me too front pace, I be showing up and more
California dreaming, they've been loving Dallas though (Dallas tho)
Making all the moves (I got the moves), they be following all my rules (all my rules)
Teach them how to roll, get Bob Marley's, for your go (go, go)

Trappin' hard with the Backyard Boys
Trappin' with the Backyard Boys (squad, woo)
I be getting enough, but it ain't how much I want (not enough)
Taking from me, gone leave some stains on your partner
Dropping bangers, you know we creating in the pocket (pock)
How I'm living, it ain't even a match for your power (for your power)
(Ain't for your power)