Trap Lyrics - Juicy J

Mhm 

ATL (it's Gucci) 

Memphis, Tenn connect (turn up) 

Let's get it 

All my bitches 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 bitch 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 niggas triple crossin', double cross, quadruple your losses 

I heard them haters tried to block, I went bought two new Ferraris 

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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 Rossy 

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 

All these rubber bands, fuck what I'm gon do with a wallet? 

I'm in the booth countin' 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 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 

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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 Rossy 

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 

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 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 motherfucking 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 nigga dunked on 

You be swearin' 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