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Trap Boom (Screwed & Chopped)
Three 6 Mafia
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I make the trap boom boom
I make the trap boom boom
I make the trap boom boom
I make the trap boom boom
I got soft, I got hard
I got pills, I got bars
I got soft, I got hard
I got pills, I got bars
I make the trap boom boom
I make the trap boom boom
I make the trap boom boom
I make the trap boom boom
I got soft, I got hard
I got pills, I got bars
I got soft, I got hard
I got pills, I got bars
Rocks under my balls, pistol in my drawers
A bird'll blow the table, break quarters in halves off
For those who comin' through, this ain't casino but I'm your dealer
Tony Montana chill like Al Pacino, a scarface nigga
Them jack boys talk a lot of noise but on the realer
Them jack boys talk a lot of noise but on the realer
Them jack boys talk a lot of noise but on the realer
Got killers posted up, head dope, fingers on trigger
Heroin is so dense, the syrup goin' viral
Almani money in my hand, cop your goods and then you bounce
See I'm the nigga that was up at five o'clock sellin' the rocks
I'm that nigga that was out at midnight to drop off a block
In a tinted out Maxima, they lowkey and quick
Snortin' out the door with a Glock and a trunk full of bricks
I make the track boom boom without even touchin' it
As for my black haversack, I'm just supplyin' it
I went to Key West and picked it up, back in Memphis broke it up
Call my nigga up, get high crisp then we split it up
I make the trap boom boom
I make the trap boom boom
I make the trap boom boom
I make the trap boom boom
Soft, soft, hard, hard
Pill, pill, bar, bar
Soft, soft, hard, hard
Pill, pill, bar, bar
I make the trap boom boom
I make the trap boom boom
I make the trap boom boom
I make the trap boom boom
Soft, soft, hard, hard
Pill, pill, bar, bar
Soft, soft, hard, hard
Pill, pill, bar, bar
This dope seller up a nigga feelin' bellish
His pockets swellin' up 'cause everything he sellin'
The heat is on the street, white niggas gettin' jealous
The choppers on the seat to cut you up like relish
The hood ain't changed 'cause these niggas still dealin'
To lock this nigga up, a two time felon
This boy ain't bullshittin', he'll kick in doors and kill 'em
And hide them bodies good that you can't even smell 'em
These nigga rich and ignorant so fuck who in your crib
This gangster life he livin' in so fuck your wife and kids
These janky niggas own the town, I hope they know the biz
To all you federal title tell swap out what you live
To all you federal title tell swap out what you live
To all you federal title tell swap out what you live
I make the trap boom boom
I make the trap boom boom
I make the trap boom boom
I make the trap boom boom
Soft, soft, hard, hard
Pill, pill, bar, bar
Soft, soft, hard, hard
Pill, pill, bar, bar
I make the trap boom boom
I make the trap boom boom
I make the trap boom boom
I make the trap boom boom
Soft, soft, hard, hard
Pill, pill, bar, bar
Soft, soft, hard, hard
Pill, pill, bar, bar
You know the worst part about sellin' dope is 80% of black
People in jail 'cause of drugs, domestic violence and murder
So you should think about that, think about that
Get your life together my nigga
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