Trap Muzik Lyrics

Trap Muzik lyrics

This a trap

This aint no album

This aint no game

This a trap (trap muzik)

[Repeat 8x]



[1st Verse]

Welcome back to the trap

Niggas back in the trap

Wit another heavy chevy

Big dope boys and trap

All you rap niggas role out

I trap when it's cold out

Whack niggas flyin

But I stay down to I'm sold out

Cause down a hundred ground

Like a rapping in a dope house

Man wherever I be

The feds got me scoped out

Mother fucker let my nuts hang

Block out the duc canes

Cook it to it bubbles

Doulble fast as a mustang

I know you think you fuck man

But little showty tuff man

Been a long time 

Since a nigg from Alanta

Spit this nuts game

Thats a very few of real niggas

So how could they give nigga

The feelin that a real nigga

Would get around a real nigga

All they do is still niggas ideas

And rhythm wit em

Holla sumthin similar

Talking bout the hood

Like they hung in em

I got a million rhythms

Want em come get em

What bitch you pussy nigga

I'm just havin fun wit em

[chorus repeat 8x]



[verse 2]

Still telling niggas

I aint wholing I aint crolling 

When the 12 hit the corner

I aint brolling I aint rolling

Keep the coat stretch out

Like Carl Louis Hamstring

Stepped on like I'm working

With the damn thing

Drible baby aint seen

What I do to a ounce of doe

A whip man on my pager

Like I pay you folks

To whip somemoore

I'm doper than the fluid cellur

I flip it all up by myself

I give my niggas recipes

So they can turn to sumthin else

They love to work

Thats why I keep em comin

Like conlasions plate 

We flip the cake

We move this shit from Georgia

Baby state to state

Attemadate

Niggas in the city

Who've been moving weight

Nobody loosing weight

They fuck with us

Cause you've been known to hate

Demonstrate

The way we turned the trout

Out in '98

Sarted out in '95

Started out with nicks and dimes

Niggas you done lost your mind

Thinking you could set up shop

Pimpin I respect the game

Lets take this to another block

[chorus repeat 8x]

[outro talk]



[outro verse]

Pimp squad

Showty still in the trap

When I spot a scene hot

With the man name Jon

And the collad green pot

On alot of straight hen

And alot of green pot

Compation in a range

Like he gotta be stop

Well maybe I will be

But probably not

Oh what the blood cloak

You try to knock em out and he sock

Listen to me I'm serious

Thinkin how did he not

End up way up

On the top of Detroit

If come where I was

You gotta be pop

And if you really want to pop

And I rather be dropped

Listen pops

Want to know a little more

About rap

Firts rule this is real

It aint just a record deal

Its a trap

[music continues]

[music fades]