Trap Muzik - Doe B

I was 12 years old, trapping out mama house

Sell them 50 for a O, 900 for a pound

This that Trap Muzik, nigga

This that Trap Muzik, nigga

We was posted on the corner, standing with that llama out

Ready to show a pussy nigga what that drama about

This that Trap Muzik, nigga

This that Trap Muzik, nigga

I had whole pound fair back when I was 13

My country boy was getting them bitches for me dirty cheap

This that Trap Muzik, nigga

This that Trap Muzik, nigga

I’m talkin parking lot action, stunting at the front street

Cuz it’s prime down on 4, flexing hard with lil fee

This that Trap Muzik, nigga

This that Trap Muzik, nigga

Way before these niggas even started talking bout finessing

Bitch I was on the team tricking niggas for lil nicks

This that Trap Muzik, nigga

This that Trap Muzik, nigga

Way back I wouldn’t give my hand, had that bitch going H.A.M

Prefer to hit the town, 50 dollar for a ground

This that Trap Muzik, nigga

This that Trap Muzik, nigga

Back when me and Lil Goony used to be in Buckingham

Talking razorblade action, selling never 100 slams

This that Trap Muzik, nigga

This that Trap Muzik, nigga

Thousand dollar dice games, bet a 100, shoot a 100

At the same time those swinging cellphones jumping

This that Trap Muzik, nigga

This that Trap Muzik, nigga

In a way we were straight, what if they’re blowing money?

Paint wet, motor runnin, Ace on the Porsche cutless

This that Trap Muzik, nigga

This that Trap Muzik, nigga

I remember back when (?) was on (?)

Rest in peace to Chevy D, one time for Willy Park

This that Trap Muzik, nigga

This that Trap Muzik, nigga

I done seen Lil Daddy do some numbers on that south

And a nigga still at it, my little nigga J got out

This that Trap Muzik, nigga

This that Trap Muzik, nigga

Circle came straight, that bitch still doing numbers

And we got what you need, lil G just here, pull up on 'em

This that Trap Muzik, nigga

This that Trap Muzik, nigga

300 stacked fat, 3−6 figure Z

I’ma get money off of rap when your car on that heat

Nigga, that’s Trap Muzik, nigga

This that Trap Muzik, nigga

Tell 'em free my nigga Tito, boy you took one for the team

When your car home I got ya and I put that shit on it

This that Trap Muzik, nigga

This that Trap Muzik, nigga

Told my man «easy, take it easy, best believe God got ya»

And motherfuck the feds, tell them bitches free my uncle

This that Trap Muzik, nigga

This that Trap Muzik, nigga

Told Huck I wasn’t gon get him out the streets when I first met him

For what them niggas talkin?

Homie you a real nigga

This that Trap Muzik, nigga

This that Trap Muzik, nigga