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