Testi Trap Talk - Gucci Mane

Trap Talk

Started out with blood money\n50k in drugs on me\nput thugs on me\nJust pulled up in the club homey\nWe just put my thugs on it\nHome boy gettin his mug on\nHey I wanna get my buzz on\nFuck around I’ll put my gloves on\nSay no robbin how I eat\nB.c 32 that’s my street\nBrick squad runners 10 million deep\nI’m tryin to sell 10 billion keys\nFuck what a bitch boy say to me\nAKA I stay with me\nMac 99 not far away my dogs don’t even play with me\nIn my apartment 80 a piece\nStack a piece 80 g’s\nOld skool dope rider front\nOff set shots 73\nYou say he’s a traper pleas\nI hang around with a gang of thieves\nThey prolly charge 200g's then sell your ass a sack of leaves\nGucci mane fuck up the sound\nDead drunk like my uncle\nTouch my brother dood n I’ll cock and shoot or cut your throat\nGucci mane fuck up the sound\nDead drunk like my uncle\nTouch my brother dood n I’ll cock and shoot or cut your throat\nMy cookers made a 50 pack I ran strait threw it\nGot numbers in my blow spot my trap house boomin talkin trap talk\nBitch I bet up with me talkin trap talk\nI’m still in my trap house aka my blow spot\nGot some meny chops and glock no need to keep the door locked\nBitch I’m talkin trap talk\nBitch I bet up with me talkin trap talk\n55 white bricks fronted to me\n23 thous 5h unit a piece\n357 sit on top of the seats\nPlus a air 15 ain’t far from my reach\nGot a house on flat shore sell nothin but dro\nApartment on the crest ware I get all the blow\nWent from pan to perform till 80s show\nNow a 26 a shocks sit up unda the rows\nA nigga think he playin with me betta play with his nose\nPut a hole in his chest bout the size of a mole\nI gota j that swing my door and I pay them in dope\nI got cookers on my team that snort and I pay them in coke\nMy cookers made a 50 pack I ran strait threw it\nGot numbers in my blow spot my trap house is boomin talkin trap talk\nBitch I bet up with me talkin trap talk\nI’m still in my trap house aka my blow spot\nGot some meny chops and glock no need to keep the door locked\nBitch I’m talkin trap talk\nBitch I bet up with me talkin trap talk\nThere’s not no one in the game with more swagger than this\nCause I can score with any hoe with just the flick of my wrist\nDiamonds sittin on my finger cost ten bricks of the sniff\nFor this matchin cardia 20 bags of tha pills\nYou can talk n say your sick but I ain’t goin legit\nTryna think of the newest murder gonna drop him again\nFlow harder than running water\nTatted up like Travis Barker\nMore swag than your baby father\nWrist colder than northan border\nLang gonna get you life in order\nSquares don’t get no likin on\nHave my goons out back and slaughter\nFuck around find you stinkin partner\nThesis diamonds in this bitch look like newvo on my fist\nThis shits with a twist so I keep a new bitch on my dick\nMy cookers made a 50 pack I ran strait threw it\nGot numbers in my blow spot my trap house boomin talkin trap talk\nBitch I bet up with me talkin trap talk\nI’m still in my trap house aka my blow spot\nGot some meny chops and glock no need to keep the door locked\nBitch I’m talkin trap talk\nBitch I bet up with me talkin trap talk