TrapMania (feat. Gucci Mane & Cootie) (Explicit) - BiC Fizzle/Gucci Mane/Cootie

Lyrics by：Brytavious Lakeith Chambers/Jeremiah Northern/Radric Davis/Randarius Caruthers/TheBoyKam

Tay Keith **** these n***as up

1017

So Icey Boys

That boy fizzle

870 trench baby you know the struggle raised me

Bein' broke ain't turned me down that **** just got me motivated

Ivory loud got on my **** and put my foot on all my haters

Uh-huh

Money stackin' up in layers look like I play for the Lakers

Well d**n

We gon' **** from nine to five like this your job or I'ma trade ya

I won't waste none of your time or mine I'd rather chase some paper

Trappin' too hard in the hood I'm gettin' complaints from all the neighbors

Woo

Like that young n***a too hot out here he got so many flavors

I worked hard for what I got so I won't let no n***a take it

No

Wock' mix with my phantom pop it got me movin' like the matrix

Know this **** 1K 4L see we got millions on the table

223 find our traces cross that line and fizzle face it

Boom

Shh who's that

It's the Cooter

Huh

Grab the fork and twerk it twist it twirl it like some noodles

Woo skrrt

I'm a big dog **** I look like runnin' with some poodles

You might think this was a pool hall just look at all these shooters

D**n

It's a celebration ***** another trapper made it

My ho jealous bruh I think my plug even hatin'

Wow

I'm tired of n***as ******* up then cryin' 'cause they can't pay me

They don't know who did it but the n***a family still hate me

What

You can't tell us nothin' *****

No

You see we made it out them trenches

In the game ballin' hard ***** we finally off them benches

Go

The caption read We winnin' with the trophy on the ending

Woo

My girl jealous say the Glock get more attention than extended

Go

I can show you how to flip a fifty to a million

Yeah

I got the Midas touch they say I'm somethin' like a magician

Voilà

I dropped the top I'm chillin' now my car ain't got no ceiling

Pew

Don't put your hands on Guwop or your limbs won't have no feeling

D**n

CEO 'bout business it's been blushin' 'bout this pendant

And you can't work the brand unless you gon' stand on the business

I can't take you serious it's all fiction in your lyrics

D**n

Your rap so ******* cap not even your partner wanna hear it

Wow

Straight from Arkansas just gave these young n***as a chance

Yeah

And how you call them country when my young n***as got bands

Racks

We ballin' in Miami yeah I'm rockin' with the clan

Go

And I can't do no dancin' all this money in my pants

Gucci

Ha