[Intro]
My trap beating harder than a ba** drum(x3)
[Verse 1:]
These b**hes eating pills like they jolly ranchers
She took a pill then turned into a belly dancer
I'm cooking up this dope with 2 f**ing bowls
I need an extra hand, I needs 3 extra stoves
I can make you dance, do an avalanche
It's your final chance, get your wedding bands
I keep that white girl like a white man
East Atlanta zone 6 you in trap land
My money got a vert, my sh** jump out the gym
b**hes damn near break their neck, just too look at him
She don't really like me but she love my rims
Yellow Lamborghini same color my bu*ter Tims
[Hook:]
My trap boomin' hard, b**h I swear to God
My trap boomin' hard, b**h I swear to God
My trap boomin' harder than your trap boom
My goons countin' money in the living room
My trap boomin' hard, b**h I swear to God
My trap boomin' hard, b**h I swear to God
My trap boomin' harder than your trap boom
My goons countin' money in the living room
[Verse 2:Rick Ross]
AR's and choppers ain't no ho n***as gonna stop us
Yo ol lady so proper look at that p**y she poppin
I pull out the Rolls and make that top go to droppin
When I pull out my money
Even these ho n***as watchin
When I hit a lick it I bought a wingstop (Twenty of em)
I sprinkle lemon pepper in that re-rock
I took my time I had to build a fortress
Straight flossin and my closet look like Walter's
Step out the Benz, I got my Gucci skully on
Shout out my n***a Gucci, know it money long
Got my bond money, I got my lawyer fee
Shout out the Brick Squad, my shoes are quarter key
[Hook:]
My trap boomin' hard, b**h I swear to God
My trap boomin' hard, b**h I swear to God
My trap boomin' harder than your trap boom
My goons countin' money in the living room
My trap boomin' hard, b**h I swear to God
My trap boomin' hard, b**h I swear to God
My trap boomin' harder than your trap boom
My goons countin' money in the living room