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Trap Flies
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Trap Flies was released on May 22, 2009 by Duetti as a part of the album Trappin' Ain't Dead
May 22, 2009
LabelDuetti
LanguageEnglish
BPM80
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Music Video

Music Video

Lyrics

Once upon a time in my hood, ****, let's go:
I was chillin' in the hood, should I say the trap
**** lookin' for the work and know exactly where I'm at
Posted up, I'm chillin', stackin' to the ceiling
Tryna figure out the fastest way grind up on a million
Got a dope fiend jacking, she know that I'm the man
Got a income tax check and she spent three grand
Keep a straight shooter, the girl got it bad
Caught her in the backyard breakin' down Brillo pads
"Don't be cursin' at my grandma"
"Watch your motherfuckin' mouth"
"See me in the street, don't be comin' to her house"
There go robbin' ass Carlos, I pay him no mind
Last **** tried to get shot his ass four times
Keep my ears to the street, heard through the grapevine
Him and them **** that he runnin' with, plottin' on mine
Get it how I live, yeah I'm ready for the static
Fifty round clip and it's fully automatic
Fresh out of work, so I'm baggin' up more
'Til my little cousin told me that my P.O. at the door
Ain't this about a bitch, hid the quarter birdie
Curfew's at nine and it's only seven-thirty
So now I'm at my aunt's house, I need to use the kitchen
No matter what I give her, she be motherfuckin' trippin'
She ask for eight hundred, I gave her what I got
My shit ain't where I put, who been fuckin' with my pot?
She said "nobody," I said "I can't tell"
She said "it's over there with your bags and your scale"
Got a H-Town plate first thing in the morning
Have it to his front door before the **** start yawnin'
I'm talkin' Trap Files, Trap Files
I'm talkin' Trap Files, Trap Files
I'm talkin' Trap Files
I was chillin' in the hood, should I say the trap
**** lookin' for the work and know exactly where I'm at
Posted up, I'm chillin', stackin' to the ceiling
Tryna figure out the fastest way grind up on a million
Heard this **** buyin' cars, man this motherfucker crazy
Always playin' phone tag, **** fuck you pay me
Get smashed like potatoes for thinkin' shit gravy
One phone call I'll have his whole body lazy
Politickin' with the homies, all convicted felons
Been to prison six times and ain't shit that you can tell 'em
And he right back at it, touchdown in December
**** damn near forty, still a active gang member
First a **** schooled him, then I roll the dice
Put it to the fork, shit I need it in my life
So now I'm pickin' up my money, tuck my pistol in my pants
Bet twenty, twenty more, so I left with like a grand
Dope game, bitch, you can play if you want to
Heard the feds snatched little Tony, them
From 'round the corner
Heard the **** got popped with two bricks and a llama
Even picked up his girl and then they came and got his mama
Got 'em on a wiretap, should've heard it in his tone
This crash dummy ass **** talkin' reckless on the phone
I'm talkin' Trap Files, Trap Files
I'm talkin' Trap Files, Trap Files
I'm talkin' Trap Files
Written by: Jeezy
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