Lyric Juicy J - Trap ft. Gucci Mane & PeeWee LongWay
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
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
[Verse 2 - Juicy J & Gucci Mane]
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 [?]
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
