Trap (feat. Gucci Mane & Peewee Longway)

All my bitches call me papi

Sloppy pockets, I'm popping

All these dollars I been clocking

And it ain't no way to stop it

My wrist so rocky, Liberace watching

Three mill on watches

So much ice dripping off me

You and your bitch could play hockey

I'm sipping lean out a coconut cup

I'm in the tropics

I been counting so much money

Had to find me a hobby

I'm Czechoslaka, they watching

I got Rastas with choppers

Got the machine gun with cartridges

They running in, they ain't knocking

Steve Austin flossing

Tell 'em it's a new boss in office

And if we ain't talking profit

It ain't no use in calling

These **** triple-crossing

Double cross, quadruple your losses

I heard them haters tried to block

I went, bought two new Ferraris

Double down with two pistols

Ain't missing no target

Right before the funeral

Let you pick out your coffin

Had to triple cross the double cross

Quadruple the losses

Sipping lean like a coffee bean

Ain't sleeping on shorty

Okay, I doubled up the work

I put them things in the office

Then put 'em on the freeway

Now I feel like I'm Rossy

Seen them peoples in my rearview

Hit the gas and I lost 'em

Middle finger out the sunroof

They just mad 'cause I'm flossing (Trap)

All these rubber bands

Fuck what I'm gon' do with a wallet?

I'm in the booth counting money

I'm so goddamn cocky

My lil bitch pop her pussy

I might just 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 talking or boxing

I got that long bread

I'm talking footlong pizza, no toppings

Throw them goons a lil 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 Gucci's a martian

I buy my enemies coffins

We handle business like bosses

And treat the streets like a office

I had a duplex with a million

Worth of bricks in the closet

Double down with two pistols

Ain't missing no target

Right before the funeral

Let you pick out your coffin

Had to triple cross the double cross

Quadruple the losses

Sipping lean like a coffee bean

Ain't sleeping on shorty

Okay, I doubled up the work

I put them things in the office

Then put 'em on the freeway

Now I feel like I'm Rossy

Seen them peoples in my rearview

Hit the gas and I lost 'em

Middle finger out the sunroof

They just mad 'cause I'm flossing (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

**** be playing till the bullets start spraying

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 on your front lawn

Shots so loud, setting off car alarms

Run along, or be the next **** dunked on

You be swearing that you **** got done wrong

Get you jacked, no mask, no gloves on

Beat a **** ass, then turn it to a club song

Vet in the game, got packs to prove

Young **** call me Uncle Juice

I got more cash than Uncle Scrooge

Y'all **** made up like Dr. Seuss

All ice, no CZ

I ball, y'all **** in the minor leagues

Real shit, I got the shit on lock

'Bout to put this game in a DDT