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Its time to get the trap back jumpin |
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Get shit back poppin hoe |
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Show these sucka niggaz how it go |
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Ill show you how to move a lotta blow |
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Niggaz say they loud but they lied |
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So its time to get the trap back jumpin |
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Get shit back poppin bitch |
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Ay who dare say I'm not the shit |
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Ay really who you know as hot as this |
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Seriously, ill show you how to do this shit |
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[Verse 1] |
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Its time to get the bricks outta that bag |
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Put that scale back on that desk |
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Set that vision wear on that stove |
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Next to that baking soda and pyrex |
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Drop that water off in that pot |
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Let it boil up and get hot |
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Then whip it good with your wrist like this |
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Thats how you triple every brick you get |
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Made paper off of that yayo |
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Ask jay's about me bet they know |
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Your bitch will fuck when I say so |
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Plus I got head bustaz on my payroll |
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This bankhead homeboy we dont play |
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Violate me and this'll be yo day |
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Catcha nigga coming out a DOA |
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Hit em with the chopper leave him DOA |
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You can play with niggaz not me ok? |
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Them otha niggaz suckaz I'm a G ok? |
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T.I.K.I.N.G ok? |
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Just respect that shit and you'll be ok |
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Lets get this straight once and for all |
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Ill run this shit by none of ya'll |
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Ain't not one of ya'll niggaz bigga than me |
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Can't none of ya'll take this city from me |
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Take years off and I'm still tight |
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I half-ass and they still like it |
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Kick trap shit when I feel like it |
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Dope boys know what I live like |
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De Niro off kilos |
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Big bank rolls on cee-lo's |
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Off oz's make zeros |
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Here we go |
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[Verse 2] |
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Its time to put that work back in that stash spot |
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Put that rental car on that slab |
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Hit the highway for about five days |
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Then come back and git cash |
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Got half, quarters, and whole thangs |
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Chevrolets and them gold thangs |
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Got rolex, got benz's |
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And its all offa dat cocaine |
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Its a cold game but its cool tho |
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Work get gone and I move blow |
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Wont sit on it, its too low |
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You got 21, well here you go |
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I got big whips so sick ya'll |
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And big suites by 6 broads |
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Your shit hot, oh yeah bruh |
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That shit drops, wont sell much |
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Platinum all on my wall dawg |
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Crib big, yeah like a mall dawg |
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I'm doin numbers like call logs |
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Little small money I call ya out |
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My house worth your whole life |
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Yo condo's my old ice |
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You niggas barely in first class |
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I charter G4 flights |
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Can't tell me shit homie |
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Down here I'm good as it get homie |
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Ain't nobody got shit on me |
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Imma lil nigga but I'm a big homie |
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I'm big homie, do big shit |
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No world cup, I kick shit |
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Rap farm, but don't forget |
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That I'm back trappin |
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Got more bricks |
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[Verse 3] |
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Its time to get them pre-pays at the metro |
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Get activated, talk in code |
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Over here we got big blow |
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Next dope pounds of that petrol |
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We get dough off anything |
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Got activist if you sip n lean |
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Prescription pills and molly |
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Even got heroin if you bout it |
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Shawty my shop open up all night |
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Got blocks stacked up all white |
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Don't like me? |
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Thats alright |
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Come fight me? |
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Nigga, yeah right |
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A nigga get wrong and get did right |
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With your ass hoe |
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Get embarrassed hoe |
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All about my cash flows |
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Yo new bitch was my last hoe |
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I got 6 sluts in my maybach |
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Six pack under my tank top |
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I got a snub nose that got 6 shots |
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Nigga try me, I think not |
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My temper bad I might blink out |
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Buss a nigga before I can even think about |
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What I got to lose |
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If he busts a move |
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Well I got to do what I got to do |
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Trap rollin, bumpin |
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Always sellin somethin |
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We got it if you want it |
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Its whatever for the money on my grind |
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They in line for the product from a dime up |
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They know where to find us |
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Do you know what its time for? |
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