Trap Back Jumpin' Testo

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Testo Trap Back Jumpin'

Its time to get the trap back jumpin
Get shit back poppin hoe
Show these sucka niggaz how it go
Ill show you how to move a lotta blow
Niggaz say they loud but they lied
So its time to get the trap back jumpin
Get shit back poppin bitch
Ay who dare say I'm not the shit
Ay really who you know as hot as this
Seriously, ill show you how to do this shit

[Verse 1]
Its time to get the bricks outta that bag
Put that scale back on that desk
Set that vision wear on that stove
Next to that baking soda and pyrex
Drop that water off in that pot
Let it boil up and get hot
Then whip it good with your wrist like this
Thats how you triple every brick you get
Made paper off of that yayo
Ask jay's about me bet they know
Your bitch will fuck when I say so
Plus I got head bustaz on my payroll
This bankhead homeboy we dont play
Violate me and this'll be yo day
Catcha nigga coming out a DOA
Hit em with the chopper leave him DOA
You can play with niggaz not me ok?
Them otha niggaz suckaz I'm a G ok?
T.I.K.I.N.G ok?
Just respect that shit and you'll be ok
Lets get this straight once and for all
Ill run this shit by none of ya'll
Ain't not one of ya'll niggaz bigga than me
Can't none of ya'll take this city from me
Take years off and I'm still tight
I half-ass and they still like it
Kick trap shit when I feel like it
Dope boys know what I live like
De Niro off kilos
Big bank rolls on cee-lo's
Off oz's make zeros
Here we go


[Verse 2]
Its time to put that work back in that stash spot
Put that rental car on that slab
Hit the highway for about five days
Then come back and git cash
Got half, quarters, and whole thangs
Chevrolets and them gold thangs
Got rolex, got benz's
And its all offa dat cocaine
Its a cold game but its cool tho
Work get gone and I move blow
Wont sit on it, its too low
You got 21, well here you go
I got big whips so sick ya'll
And big suites by 6 broads
Your shit hot, oh yeah bruh
That shit drops, wont sell much
Platinum all on my wall dawg
Crib big, yeah like a mall dawg
I'm doin numbers like call logs
Little small money I call ya out
My house worth your whole life
Yo condo's my old ice
You niggas barely in first class
I charter G4 flights
Can't tell me shit homie
Down here I'm good as it get homie
Ain't nobody got shit on me
Imma lil nigga but I'm a big homie
I'm big homie, do big shit
No world cup, I kick shit
Rap farm, but don't forget
That I'm back trappin
Got more bricks


[Verse 3]
Its time to get them pre-pays at the metro
Get activated, talk in code
Over here we got big blow
Next dope pounds of that petrol
We get dough off anything
Got activist if you sip n lean
Prescription pills and molly
Even got heroin if you bout it
Shawty my shop open up all night
Got blocks stacked up all white
Don't like me?
Thats alright
Come fight me?
Nigga, yeah right
A nigga get wrong and get did right
With your ass hoe
Get embarrassed hoe
All about my cash flows
Yo new bitch was my last hoe
I got 6 sluts in my maybach
Six pack under my tank top
I got a snub nose that got 6 shots
Nigga try me, I think not
My temper bad I might blink out
Buss a nigga before I can even think about
What I got to lose
If he busts a move
Well I got to do what I got to do
Trap rollin, bumpin
Always sellin somethin
We got it if you want it
Its whatever for the money on my grind
They in line for the product from a dime up
They know where to find us
Do you know what its time for?