Gucci Mane - Trap Talk lyrics
Started out with blood money 50k in d** on me [?] put thugs on me Just pulled up in the club homey We just put my thugs on it Home boy gettin his mug on Hey I wanna get my buzz on f** around I'll put my gloves on Say no robbin how I eat B.c 32 that's my street Brick squad runners 10 million deep I'm tryin to sell 10 billion keys f** what a b**h boy say to me AKA I stay with me Mac 99 not far away my dogs don't even play with me In my apartment 80 a piece Stack a piece 80 g's Old skool dope rider front Off set shots 73 You say he's a traper pleas I hang around with a gang of thieves They prolly charge 200g's then sell your a** a sack of leaves Gucci mane f** up the sound Dead drunk like my uncle Touch my brother dood n I'll co*k and shoot or cut your throat Gucci mane f** up the sound Dead drunk like my uncle Touch my brother dood n I'll co*k and shoot or cut your throat My cookers made a 50 pack I ran strait threw it Got numbers in my blow spot my trap house boomin talkin trap talk b**h I bet up with me talkin trap talk I'm still in my trap house aka my blow spot Got some meny chops and glock no need to keep the door locked b**h I'm talkin trap talk b**h I bet up with me talkin trap talk 55 white bricks fronted to me 23 thous 5h unit a piece 357 sit on top of the seats Plus a air 15 ain't far from my reach Got a house on flat shore sell nothin but dro Apartment on the crest ware I get all the blow Went from pan to perform till 80s show Now a 26 a shocks sit up unda the rows A n***a think he playin with me betta play with his nose Put a hole in his chest bout the size of a mole I gota j that swing my door and I pay them in dope I got cookers on my team that snort and I pay them in coke My cookers made a 50 pack I ran strait threw it Got numbers in my blow spot my trap house is boomin talkin trap talk b**h I bet up with me talkin trap talk I'm still in my trap house aka my blow spot Got some meny chops and glock no need to keep the door locked b**h I'm talkin trap talk b**h I bet up with me talkin trap talk There's not no one in the game with more swagger than this Cause I can score with any hoe with just the flick of my wrist Diamonds sittin on my finger cost ten bricks of the sniff For this matchin cardia 20 bags of tha pills You can talk n say your sick but I ain't goin legit Tryna think of the newest murder gonna drop him again Flow harder than running water Tatted up like Travis Barker More swag than your baby father Wrist colder than northan border Lang gonna get you life in order Squares don't get no likin on Have my goons out back and slaughter f** around find you stinkin partner Thesis diamonds in this b**h look like newvo on my fist This sh**s with a twist so I keep a new b**h on my dick My cookers made a 50 pack I ran strait threw it Got numbers in my blow spot my trap house boomin talkin trap talk b**h I bet up with me talkin trap talk I'm still in my trap house aka my blow spot Got some meny chops and glock no need to keep the door locked b**h I'm talkin trap talk b**h I bet up with me talkin trap talk