Trap

[Juicy J (Gucci Mane)]

Mhm

ATL (it's Gucci)

Memphis Tenn connect (turn up)

Let's get it

All my bitches call me papi

Sloppy pockets, I'm popping

All these dollars I been clocking

It ain't no way to stop it

My wrist so rocky, Liberace watching, 3 mil on watches

So much ice, dripping off me

You and your bitch could play hockey

I'm sipping lean out a coconut cup, I'm in the tropics

I been counting so much money, had to find me a hobby

I'm Czechoslaka, they watching

I got Rastas with choppers

Got the machine gun with cartridges

They running in, they ain't knocking

Steve Austin flossing, tell them it's a new boss in office

And if we ain't talking profit, it ain't no use in calling

These niggas triple crossing, double cross, quadruple your losses

I heard these haters tried to block, I went bought two new Ferraris

[Hook - Peewee Longway & Juicy J]

Double down with two pistols, ain't missing no target

Right before the funeral, let you pick out your coffin

Had to triple cross the double cross, quadruple your losses

Sipping lean like a coffee bean, ain't sleeping on shawty

OK I doubled up the work, I put them things in the office

Then put them on the freeway, now I feel like I'm Rossy

Seen them peoples in the rear view, hit the gas and I lost them

Middle finger out the sunroof, they just mad 'cause I'm flossing Trap

All these rubber bands, fuck what I'm gon do with a wallet?

I'm in the booth counting money, I'm so goddamn cocky

My lil bitch pop her pussy, I just might pop me a molly

That clean codeine got me geeked up, spill lean all over Versace

I got killers with me, they don't do no talking or boxing

I got that long bread, I'm talking footlong pizza, no toppings

Throw them goons a little bread

We'll take your baby's adoption

And we ain't worried about the feds

ARs in secret compartments

Ain't been to sleep in the longest, I sip that drank like it's coffee

They say that Gucci's a Martian, I buy my enemies coffins

We handle business like bosses and treat the streets like an office

I had a duplex with a million worth of bricks in the closet

Double down with two pistols, ain't missing no target

Right before the funeral, let you pick out your coffin

Had to triple cross the double cross, quadruple your losses

Sipping lean like a coffee bean, ain't sleeping on shawty

OK I doubled up the work, I put them things in the office

Then put them on the freeway, now I feel like I'm Rossy

Seen them peoples in the rear view, hit the gas and I lost them

Middle finger out the sunroof, they just mad 'cause I'm flossing Trap

You ain't know I spent that dough

And you might catch contacts

I got shooters on my side and if I say the word

Then they ready for combat

Like Vietnam, wartime ain't no joke

Niggas be playing till the bullets start spraying

Can't hide these guns 'cause the clips too long

Hunting for him, catch him hiding in his honeycomb

Turn his motherfucking house to a honeyhome

Money long, get you touched in your front lawn

Shots so loud setting off car alarms

Run along, or be the next nigga dunked on

You be swearing that you niggas got done wrong

Get you jacked, no mask, no gloves on

Beat a nigga ass, then turn it to a club song

Vet in the game, got packs to prove

Young niggas call me Uncle Juice

I got more cash than Uncle Scrooge

Ya'll niggas made up like Dr. Seuss

All ice, no CZ

I ball, ya'll niggas in the minor leagues

Real shit, I got the shit on lock

Bout to put this game in a DDT