Trap Talk

Lyrics

[Intro: GlockBoyz TeeJaee] Come on (BangThatShit) Yeah [Chorus: GlockBoyz TeeJaee & Big Money Rich] I get chills when I walk inside the trap, this bitch beatin' We had to shut it down today, but the phones still ringin' Unc', he passed out off the dog, let me go check on my people The bag gone, the trap closed, we'd be back in thirty minutes I get chills when I walk inside the trap, this bitch beatin' We had to shut it down today, but the phones still ringin' Unc', he passed out off the dog, let me go check on my people The bag gone, the trap closed (Ayy), we'd be back in thirty minutes [Verse 1: Big Money Rich & GlockBoyz TeeJaee] All this work in the house, it's like two or three lifes in here No refrigerator, how the fuck all this ice in here? We probably need a plumber, it's like three loose pipes in here Rude shirt off the Timbos look like hiking gear (Yeah) Deal off if the scale off If you cop two shirts from me, I'ma trail y'all [?] tell I went to jail for some mail fraud I always had work, never got no unemployment Everybody know who got the work that's on the Mile New stamp, had a devil face on it, oh my God Phone keep ringin', but all of this design bitch Puttin' up numbers that I might just hear from Ghazi (Might hear from Ghazi, nigga) [Chorus: GlockBoyz TeeJaee] I get chills when I walk inside the trap, this bitch beatin' We had to shut it down today, but the phones still ringin' Unc', he passed out off the dog, let me go check on my people The bag gone, the trap closed, we'd be back in thirty minutes I get chills when I walk inside the trap, this bitch beatin' We had to shut it down today, but the phones still ringin' Unc', he passed out off the dog, let me go check on my people The bag gone, the trap closed, we'd be back in thirty minutes [Verse 2: J1Hunnit & GlockBoyz TeeJaee] Before I buy a bitch a purse, I buy a flip phone Caught the bitch playin' with her nose and made her kick stones Unc' in here beatin' up a pot with no socks on I'm up early trappin', braids snappy like Jim Jones (They like Jim Jones) My dope slappin', all action, no cappin' (Yeah) Put a nickel on the scale, get a cup, and then vacuum it (Come on) I put my knees and fist in the dope, I'm not cappin' it (I'm not cappin') Take me by a square, you see a star, I'm not Patrick I'm havin' mean white girl, it look Karen I found somethin' to make it hit harder, I'm finna pair it (I'm finna pair it) I'm on the line talkin' birds, I need parrots I'm on the stove tryna sing while I cook Sean Garrett (Yeah) [Verse 3: GlockBoyz TeeJaee] I can't even sleep, the fiends keep knockin' Come pull up on me, I'll throw your ass a bag like Aaron Rodgers (Like Aaron Rodgers) We got boy, ice and girl, let's do a party (Let's do a party then) I just [?] fifty all blues, the plug heard him (That nigga heard him) I used to sleep inside the trap, now I wake up, that's my first thought (Check where I'm goin') Tried to sell it all soon as it touch down (Year) Buy a lot of 'em for me, the price go down (The price gon' go down, nigga) [?], we broke 'em all down (The price gon' go down, nigga) I shake hands with dope fiends, ain't scared to get 'em dirty (I ain't scared to get 'em dirty) You broke, my advice to you is go get a birdie (Go buy a brick) Sell the fiends that bullshit, 'cause they gon' turn up on you Stack good dope, I hit it twice, I had to turn up on it This shit like magic how we move the bag (That's how we move the bag) Seen he got a number like mine, he finna make me laugh (Make me laugh, nigga) I stuff dog before a guy here, I ain't tryna brag (Tryna brag) Fuck around and show you how to get it, I'ma start a class