Trap Talk

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Gucci

Started out with blood money

Fifty K in drugs on me

Drop Chevy, put thugs on me

Just pulled up in the club, homie

We just put my thugs on it

Homeboy gettin' his mug on

Hey, I wanna get my buzz on

Fuck around, I'll put my gloves on

Say no robbin', how I eat

BC 32, that's my street

Brick Squad runners ten million deep

I'm tryna sell ten billion kis

Fuck what a bitch boy say to me

AK, AR stay with me

MAC 99 not far away, my dogs don't even play with me

In my apartment, eighty a piece

Stack a piece, eighty Gs

Old school donk parked right out front

Off set shots, seventy-three

You say he's a trapper, please

I hang around a gang of thieves

They'll probably charge two-hunnid Gs

Then sell yo' ass a sack of leaves

Gucci Mane, fuck Uncle Sam

Dead drunk like my Uncle Coke

Touch my brother, Duke, and I'll

Cock and shoot or I'll cut yo' throat

Gucci Mane, fuck Uncle Sam

Dead drunk like my Uncle Coke

Fuck around, touch my brother, Duke and I'll

Cock and shoot or I'll cut yo' throat

My cookers made a fifty pack, I ran straight through it

Doin' numbers in my blow spot, my trap house boomin'

Talkin' trap talk (Trap talk, skrrt)

You chop it up with me, then trap talk (Trap talk, skrrt)

I'm still in my trap house, aka my blow spot

Got so many chops and Glocks cocked

No need to keep the door locked

Talkin' trap talk

You chop it up with me, then trap talk (Trap talk, skrrt)

It's Gucci

Fifty-five white bricks fronted to me

Twenty-three thou', five-hunnid a piece

.357 sit on top of the seat

Plus a AR-15 ain't far from my reach

Got a house on flat Shoals, sellin' nothing but dro

Apartment on crest where I get off the blow

Went from pan to perform to eighty a show

Now twenty-six a shocks, sit up under the rows

A **** think he playin' with me, but I play with his nose

I put a hole in his chest, 'bout the size of a commode

I got a J that swing my door and I pay him in dope

I got cutters on my team that snort, I pay 'em in coke

It's Gucci

My cookers made a fifty pack, I ran straight through it

Doin' numbers in my blow spot, my trap house boomin'

Talkin' trap talk (Trap talk, skrrt)

You chop it up with me, then trap talk (Trap talk, skrrt)

I'm still in my trap house, aka my blow spot

Got so many chops and Glocks cocked

No need to keep the door locked

Talkin' trap talk

You chop it up with me, then trap talk (Trap talk, skrrt)

There's no on in the game with more swagger than this

'Cause I can score with any ho with just the flick of my wrist

Diamonds sittin' on my finger, cost ten brick of the sniff

For this matchin' Cartiers, twenty bags of the pills

You can talk and say you're sick, but I ain't goin' legit

Try and think of the newest murder drop I'ma get (Gucci)

Flow hotter than runnin' water

Tattooed up like Travis Barker

More swag than your baby father

Wrist colder than northern border

Lang gon' get your life in order

Squares don't get no likin' on

Half my goons are thinkin' slaughter

Fuck around, find you stankin' partna

These diamonds in this bitch look like newvo on my fist

Shit, this all would have twist, so i keep a new bitch on my dick

My cookers made a fifty pack, I ran straight through it

Doin' numbers in my blow spot, my trap house boomin'

Talkin' trap talk (Trap talk, skrrt)

You chop it up with me, then trap talk (Trap talk, skrrt)

I'm still in my trap house, aka my blow spot

Got so many chops and Glocks cocked

No need to keep the door locked

Talkin' trap talk (Trap talk, skrrt)

You chop it up with me, then trap talk (Trap talk, skrrt)

It's Gucci