Gucci Mane Trap Talk текст песни, слова песни Trap Talk Gucci Mane
Gucci Mane - Trap Talk
50k in drugs on me
Drop chevy put dubs on it
Just pulled up the club homey
Dj spit my thugs on it
Home boy gettin his mug on
Hate while I get my buzz on
Fuck around I'll put my gloves on
Say no robbin how I eat
B.c 32 that's my street
Brick squad records 10 million deep
I'm tryin to sell 10 billion keys
Fuck what a bitch boy say to me
Ak AR stay with me
Mac 90 not far away my dogs don't even play with me
In my apartment 80 a piece
Stack a piece 80 g's
Old skool dunk parked right out front
Off set 'shantis 73
You say he's a traper please
I hang around with a gang of thieves
They prolly charge 200g's then sell your ass a sak of leaves
Gucci mane fuck uncle sam
Dead drunk like my uncle
Touch my brother dood n I'll cock and shoot or cut your throat
Gucci mane fuck uncle sam
Dead drunk like my uncle goat
Touch my brother dood n I'll cock and shoot or cut your throat
My cookers made a 50 pack I ran strait threw it
Doin numbers in my blow spot my trap house boomin
Talkin trap talk
Bitch I bet up with me talkin trap talk
I'm still in my trap house aka my blow spot
So many chops and glocks cocked no need to keep the door lockd
Talkin trap talk
Bitch I bet up with me talkin trap talk
65 white bricks fronted to me
23 thous 5hunit a piece
357 sit on top of the seats
Plus a ar 15 ain't far from my reach
Got a house on flashore sell nothin but dro
Apartment on the crest where I get off the blow
Went from pan to preformin to a to the show
Now a 26 ashantis sit up unda the rolls'
A nigga think of playin with me betta play with his noise
Put a hole in his chest bout the size of a mole
I gota j that swing my door n I pay them in dope
I got cut-throats on my team that snort and I pay them in coke
My cookers made a 50 pack I ran strait threw it
Doing numbers in my blow spot my trap house is boomin talkin trap talk
Bitch I bet up with me talkin trap talk
I'm still in my trap house aka my blow spot
So many chops and glocks cocked no need to keep the door lockd
Bitch I'm talkin trap talk
Bitch I bet up with me talkin trap talk
There's not no one in the game with more swagger than this
I can score with any ho with just the flick of my wrist
Diamonds sittin on my finger cost ten brick of the snif
For this matchin cardia 20 bags of tha piff
You can talk n say your sick but I ain't goin legit
Try n think of the newest murder gonna drop him again
Flow harder than running water
Tatted up like travis barker
More swag than your baby father
Wrist colder than northan border
Lang gonna get you life in oreder
Squares don't get no likin on
Have my goons out back and slot-er
Fuck around find you stinkin partner
Thesis diamonds in this bitch look like newvo on my fist
This shits with a twist so I keep a new bitch on my dick
My cookers made a 50 pack I ran strait threw it
Doing numbers in my blow spot my trap house is boomin talkin trap talk
Bitch I bet up with me talkin trap talk
I'm still in my trap house aka my blow spot
So many chops and glocks cocked no need to keep the door lockd
Bitch I'm talkin trap talk
Bitch I bet up with me talkin trap talk
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