Gucci Mane - Trap lyrics

[Intro: Juicy J & (Gucci Mane)] Mhm ATL (it's Gucci) Memphis, Tenn connect (turn up) Let's get it [Verse 1: Juicy J & Gucci Mane] All my b**hes call me papi Sloppy pockets, I'm poppin' All these dollars I been clockin' It ain't no way to stop it My wrist so rocky, Liberace watchin', 3 mil on watches So much ice, drippin' off me You and your b**h could play hockey I'm sippin' lean out a coconut cup, I'm in the tropics I been countin' so much money, had to find me a hobby I'm Czechoslaka, they watchin' I got Rastas with choppers Got the machine gun with cartridges They runnin' in, they ain't knockin' Steve Austin flossin', tell them it's a new boss in office And if we ain't talking profit, it ain't no use in callin' These n***as triple crossin', double cross, quadruple your losses I heard them haters tried to block, I went bought two new Ferraris [Hook: Peewee Longway & Juicy J] Double down with two pistols, ain't missinø no target Right before the funeral, let you pick out your coffin Had to triple cross the double cross, quadruple your losses Sippin' lean like a coffee bean, ain't sleepin' 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 Rossi Seen them peoples in my rear view, hit the gas and I lost 'em Middle finger out the sunroof, they just mad cause I'm flossin' Trap [Verse 2: Juicy J & Gucci Mane] All these rubber bands, f** what I'm gon do with a wallet? I'm in the booth countin' money, I'm so goddamn co*ky My lil' b**h pop her p**y, I just might pop me a molly That clean codeine got me geeked up, spill lean all over Versace I got k**ers with me, they don't do no talkin' or boxin' I got that long bread, I'm talkin' 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 AR's 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 [Hook: Peewee Longway & Juicy J] Double down with two pistols, ain't missinø no target Right before the funeral, let you pick out your coffin Had to triple cross the double cross, quadruple your losses Sippin' lean like a coffee bean, ain't sleepin' 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 Rossi Seen them peoples in my rear view, hit the gas and I lost 'em Middle finger out the sunroof, they just mad cause I'm flossin' Trap [Verse 3: Juicy J] 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 n***as be playin' till the bullets start sprayin' Can't hide these guns 'cause the clips too long Hunting for him, catch him hiding in his honeycomb Turn his motherf**ing house to a haunted home Money long, get you touched in your front lawn Shots so loud setting off car alarms Run along, or be the next n***a dunked on You be swearin' that you n***as got done wrong Get you jacked, no mask, no gloves on Beat a n***a a**, then turn it to a club song Vet in the game, got packs to prove Young n***as call me Uncle Juice I got more cash than Uncle Scrooge Ya'll n***as made up like Dr. Seuss All ice, no CZ I ball, ya'll n***as in the minor leagues Real sh**, I got the sh** on lock Bout to put this game in a DDT