Trap Files Lyrics - Young Jeezy

I was chillin n da hood should I say da Trap 

Niggas lookin 4 da work n know exactly where im at 

Posted up im chillin stackin 2 da ceillin 

Tryna figure out da fastest way grind up on a million 

In a dope fein jacket she know dat im da man 

Gotta in come tax check N she spent 3 grand 

Keepa str8 shoota da gurl got it bad 

Caught her n da backyard breakin down brillo pads 

Dont be cursin at my grandma watch ya mufuckin mouth 

See me n da street dont be cumin 2 her house 

There go robin ass Carlos I pay him no mind 

Last nigga tried 2 get shot his ass 4x 

Keep my ears 2 da street heard thru da grapevine 

Him and dem niggas steady runnin wit plottin on mine 

Get how a live yea im ready 4 da static 

50 round clip n its fully automatic 

Fresh outta work so im baggin up mo' 

Til' my lil cousin told me dat my p.o. at da doe 

Aint dis boutta bitch 

Hit da corner burnin 

Curfews at 9 n its only 7: 30 

So now im at my aunt's house i need 2 use da kitchen 

No matta what I give her she be mufuckin trippin 

She ask 4 800 hundred I gave her what I got 

My shit aint where I put who been fuckin wit my pot? 

She said nobody 

I said I cant tell she said its over there witcha' bags an ya' scale Gotta H-Town plate first thing n da moanin' 

Headed 2 his front doe b4 da nigga start yawnin' 

Im talkin Trap files 

Trap files 

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Im talkin trap files 

Trap files 

Im talkin trap files 

I was cillin n da hood should I say da trap 

Niggas lookin 4 da work n kno exactly where im at 

Posted up chillin stackin 2 da ceillin 

Tryna figure out da fastest way grind up on a million 

Heard dis nigga buyin' cars man dis mufucka krazi 

All dis playin phone tag nigga fuck u pay me 

Get smash like potatoes 4 thinkin shit gravy 

1 phone call il' have his whole body lazy 

Plotican wit da hommies all convicted felons 

Been 2 prison 6x n aint shit dat u can tellem' 

And he rite back at it 

Touchdown n December nigga dam near folded still I had 2 gang member First a nigga skool dem 

Den I roll da dice went I tell da folks shit I need dem n my life 

So now im pickin up my money 

Tuck my pistol n my pants bet him 20/20 mo' 

So I left it like a grand 

Dope game bitch u can play if u wanna 

Heard da feds snatch lil Tony dem' frum round da corner 

Heard da nigga got caught wit 2 bricks and a lima 

Even picked up his gurl n den they came n got his momma' 

Gotta motor y tap shuda' heard it n his tone 

Dis crack dummy ass nigga talkin reckless on da phone 

(chorus) 

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