Gucci Mane

[fox69]

"Tore Up"

"Tore Up"


[Hook:]
I just wanna tear something up, baby girl let me tear something up
I just wanna tear something up, call me when you wanna get tore up
I just wanna tear something up, baby let me tell you what
I just wanna tear something up, who wanna get tore up?
I just wanna tear something up, call me when you wanna get fucked
I just wanna tear something up, call me when you wanna get tore up
I just wanna tear something up, call me when you wanna get fucked
I just wanna tear something up, call me when you wanna get tore up

[Verse 1:]
I'm in the mood to fuck, not in the mood to talk
I'm not the dude to date, Pay all your bills you cray
Fuck what your girlfriend say, ball like the NBA
Check out my resume, let's buy a Benz today
Money the lam today, call all your friends today
She sleep in a bed with me but at first was scared of me
I tear that pussy up then give er something good
Never bite the hand that's keepin her fed
Bring home a baby and I killed a bitch
Don't go in that room, it's too crowded
My girlfriend show you how to bust that bitch
Cut a hoe off, I don't trust that bitch
Big Gucci baby on that juvy shit
Got them in my house and I have that shit
Don't need no friends, I can buy you some
While you getting your hair done I get you a salon
Why you getting yo nails done, I can buy you one
If you never took a pill then try one

[Hook:]
I just wanna tear something up, baby girl let me tear something up
I just wanna tear something up, call me when you wanna get tore up
I just wanna tear something up, baby let me tell you what
I just wanna tear something up, who wanna get tore up?
I just wanna tear something up, call me when you wanna get fucked
I just wanna tear something up, call me when you wanna get tore up
I just wanna tear something up, call me when you wanna get fucked
I just wanna tear something up, call me when you wanna get tore up

[Verse 2:]
Stab pussy baby and I carry it
Let's fly to Vegas, get married quick
I'm a burglarer, I'm a murderer
Three tibs off baby, I'm wearing it
I'm kind of careless with that money, might drop a mill
Spend 50k on bags and heels
Smoke that Kali kush in the Hollywood hills
Ball so hard, you don't need no nigga
I mean a real bad bitch don't need no nigga
My trip with the homies don't feed no niggas
Big Guwop, he better choose that nigga
Better cut that man off, better lose that nigga
Since the last man was born
All these lames be pourin
It's a miracle that we ain't sleepin
Been on the road, playin we tourin
On the road main bitch a foreign
Yea and I'm a paint it orange
I'm fresh in this red Laren
Been ballin since the day I was born
That lil nigga don't get along with me
Cause the niggas I got too squad with me
I'm on that lady cushin,
I feel asleep in that pussy

[Hook:]
I just wanna tear something up, baby girl let me tear something up
I just wanna tear something up, call me when you wanna get tore up
I just wanna tear something up, baby let me tell you what
I just wanna tear something up, who wanna get tore up?
I just wanna tear something up, call me when you wanna get fucked
I just wanna tear something up, call me when you wanna get tore up
I just wanna tear something up, call me when you wanna get fucked
I just wanna tear something up, call me when you wanna get tore up

 

[fox69]

"Trap Boomin'"
(feat. Rick Ross)

"Trap Boomin'"
(feat. Rick Ross)



[Intro:]
Oh it's holiday season nigga
My trap beating harder than a bass drum
My trap beating harder than a bass drum
My trap beating harder than a bass drum
Holiday season
Damn son where'd you find that

[Verse 1:]
These bitches eating pills like they jolly ranchers
She took a pill then turned into a belly dancer
I'm cooking this dope with 2 fucking bows
I need an extra hand, I need 3 extra stoves
I can make you dance doing Everland's
It's your final chance, get your wedding bands
I keep that white girl like a white mass
East Atlanta zone at 6 you're in trial land
My mind ain't got invert, my shit jump out the gym
Bitches are down to break their neck, just too look at him
She don't really like me but she love my rims
Yellow Lamborghini same color as my bottom teams

[Chorus:]
My trap boomin' hard, bitch I swear to God
My trap boomin' hard, bitch I swear to God
My trap boomin' harder than you trap booms
My goons money in the living room
My trap boomin' hard, bitch I swear to God
My trap boomin' hard, bitch I swear to God
My trap boomin' harder than you trap booms
My goons money in the living room

[Verse 2:]
Hey I see choppers ain't no hoe niggas gonna stop us
Your old lady so proper look at that pussy she poppin'
Holiday season bitch
Hey I see choppers ain't no hoe niggas gonna stop us
Your old lady so proper look at that pussy she poppin'
Hey I see choppers ain't no hoe niggas gonna stop us
Your old lady so proper look at that pussy she poppin'
I pull out the rose and make that trap go to troppin'
When I pull out my money
Even these hoe niggaz watchin'
I hit a lick it I bought a wing stop
I sprinkle lemon pepper in that rerack
I took my time I had to build a fortress
Straight flouse and my closet look like Walter's
Step back the peers I got my Gucci skully on
Shout out my Nigga Gucci know it money long
Got my bank money I got my lawyer fee
Shout out the brick squad, my shoes are quarter key

[Chorus:]
My trap boomin hard bitch I swear to God
My trap boomin hard bitch I swear to God
My trap boomin harder than you trap booms
My goons money in the living room
My trap boomin hard bitch I swear to God
My trap boomin hard bitch I swear to God
My trap boomin harder than you trap booms
My goons money in the living room

 

[fox69]

"Trap God Trap God"

"Trap God Trap God"


[Hook:]
I know selling dope is wrong but I'm the dope man
One side of beans on my plate, I need some steak man
Got mouths to feed and my nigga's got to eat fam
By any means neccesary, we don't give a damn

Praying to the Trap God
To the Trap God
I'm on my knees praying to the Trap God

Life's Hard
Lifes so hard
Put your faith in God and you can be a Trap God

Trap God
I'm a Trap God
The FEDS they try to label me as a Trap Czar

You a Trap God
You a Trap God
Put your faith in God and you can be a Trap God

[Verse 1:]
Big Guwop the Trap God
But I don't think I'm God
Got a Challenger and a Charger ho
Bitch I'm in love with Dodge

I got body kits on all my cars
They hips like Nicki Minaj
And your girlfriends a masseuse
She giving my dick a massage

And don't wear that body suit no more
Cause I'm gonna catch a charge
Multi-Million dollar CEO
Wearing Jordans to his job

Baby sucking my dick while I'm counting a million
She thinking she thinking she smart
The twentys and fiftys and hundreds she pull them apart
So she can keep all of the odds

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Am I a bad man cause I feed my fam with the dope?
Call me clearance sale Gucci Everything gotta go
[?] stove guwop T-Shirts for the low
Hella green washing powder Wal-Mart on Gresham road

Man these niggas say they killers
But these niggas just some hoes
Godzilla for a nigga
Cinderella for the hoes

Big Guwop they call me Trap God
Every verse a quote
I'm a walking egg beater
And the dope white like the pope

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Trap Gurl"
(feat. Gangsta Boo)

"Trap Gurl"
(feat. Gangsta Boo)



[CHORUS:]
Don't want no other woman in da world but dat girl
Ma I gotta tell u I'm in luv with a trap girl
Trap girl [x8]
Down ass bitch dat keep my business intact girl
End of the nite we'll be counting dem stacks girl
Trap girl [x8]

[VERSE 1: GUCCI MANE]
See dat thick redbone man I call dat
Da coupe wat she drive and da trap all dat
Cause she a trap girl [x8]
Gucci back on dat trap shit
Fuck a super model cause I'm stickin with my trap bitch
Cause she a down ass gangsta broad
Like a basketball player baby girl will take da shot
Micros and sum nice clothes
Real fat ass and she luv to smoke dat hydro
She got my name on her arm
And she ain't a terrorist but she'll hold a nigga bomb
She real good in da kitchen
Got her cookin up all da quarter chicken
She keep my pounds in da basement
Pussy so good dat I bought da bitch a bracelet
Just to show her dat I luv her
Cause every nigga in da hood wanna fuck her

[CHORUS:]
Don't want no other woman in da world but dat girl
Ma I gotta tell u I'm in luv with a trap girl
Trap girl [x8]
Down ass bitch dat keep my business intact girl
End of the nite we'll be counting dem stacks girl
Trap girl [x8]

[VERSE 2: GANGSTA BOO]
Ay I gotta holla at my mexicans
Takin trips in and outta town with dem pounds again
Yea I got da pounds of da goodie good
Looks I decieve and best believe I got da goodie good
Yea I do dis here for da gucci mane
With my pretty ass I can get him just bout anythang
Yea I got da niggas with da hard white
Bricked up taped up
U wanna get high tonite
Ay I da pills if u wanna roll
To calm down off dat I got da zanex to help u dose
Ay and I keep a piece of bling bling
Also strapped with the infored beams
For niggas tryin 2 cross da team
Yea u betta get ya fuckin mind rite
Cause I got my grind tight
All day all nite
Ay dis time around will be da take ova
Give da game a makeover
Like flip game over
Yea dis time around till be da take over
Give da game a makeover
Trap girl game over

[CHORUS:]
Don't want no other woman in da world but dat girl
Ma I gotta tell u I'm in luv with a trap girl
Trap girl [x8]
Down ass bitch dat keep my business intact girl
End of the nite we'll be counting dem stacks girl
Trap girl [x8]

[VERSE 3: GUCCI MANE]
I'm hood like hot wings
Lookin for a trap queen
Burglabar throwed up
Every room a flat screen
Took her income tax
And I flipped it to a whole thing
Yea I flipped to a whole thing
Now it's on and poppin
Luv to take her shoppin
Keep her lookin good cause da money's not a option
Nezit gritzit shit is my trap shit
Numba one trap pit
Good at dat mouth shit
Trap bitch bad bitch
Nothin like my last bitch
If dey ever meet den
Dat bitch gon get her ass kicked

[CHORUS:]
Don't want no other woman in da world but dat girl
Ma I gotta tell u I'm in luv with a trap girl
Trap girl [x8]
Down ass bitch dat keep my business intact girl
End of the nite we'll be counting dem stacks girl
Trap girl [x8]

 

[fox69]

"Trap House"

"Trap House"


In the Trap house, In The Trap House, In The Trap House
Gucci Mane Check It

[Hook]
Choppa on the floor pistol on the coach
Hood rich so I never had a bank account
Junkies going in junkies going out
Made a hundred tho (usand) In My Trap House
Money kinda short but we can work it out
Made a hundred tho (usand) In My Trap House
Bricks going in, Bricks going out
Made a hundred tho (usand) In My Trap House

I'm tired of selling bricks I wanna go legit
I wonder can I sell 11 mill like 50 Cent
Cause platinum ain't enough I got too many vices
I love to smoke weed love to shoot dices
Say my life style extravagant I talk cash shit
Bitches say I'm arrogant well god damn Gucci cockie then
But at the same time young hoes be jocking slim
Gucci ain't shit, Bitch I beg your pardon
I'm independent but I'm balling like a major artist
I stay high like giraffe pussy In My Trap House
Smokin' rubber cushie

[Hook]

Jumped out the whip everybody looking
Big clouds of smoke but ain't nobody cooking
(females) (Girl their go Gucci Mane
I want his autograph 'cause I'm his biggest fan)
Yellow hummvie with the yellow feet
Yellow diamonds the same color as chedda cheese
And I'm smoking on that purple shit
They call me temp service 'cause I'll work a bitch
Money long like Shaq feet
Running dough like a sprinter at a track meet
I heard he got that soft white
Extended clips make them busters get they mind right

[Hook]

In my trap house watchin Sports Center
In the kitchen cooking but I ain't cooking dinner
Splash it with the water whip it make it harder
17 for 'em the same number as Qunice Carter
Say I'm working with wit a mill or better
Married to the game me and ?? live together
Street smart niggah never listen to the teacher
You can catch me in the bathroom smoking reefer
Prices low like Wal-Mart
Bricks on I-9 get ya shopping cart
Knee deep in the dope game
I'm not a farmer but I'm known to push them collard greens

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Trap House"
(with Young Dolph)

"Trap House"
(with Young Dolph)



[Verse 1:]
Trap doing numbers got be dodging the alphabets
Bitch I just might ball your purse or something after sex
I shoot no mama let's go 'cause she went home I'm ballin
If the phone call lookin for me don't say she told you keep it coming
I say you know just what I'm doing
She said what you looking for I said looking for the chewin
I said do you wanna go to the trap house
Or you wanna go to the hotel
Said she wanna go to the trap house
Never been to one just don't tell
Do what the fuck I wanna do
Fuck who the fuck I wanna fuck
I ain't trippin on shit 'cause I got a plug
I said I got a plug

[Hook:]
It's time to check my trap house, my trap house, my trap house
It's time to check my trap house, my trap house, my trap house
It's time to check my trap house, my trap house, my trap house
It's time to check my trap house, my trap house, my trap house
It's time to check my trap house, my trap house, my trap house
It's time to check my trap house, my trap house, my trap house
It's time to check my trap house, my trap house, my trap house
It's time to check my trap house, my trap house, my trap house

[Verse 2:]
Man I get a scale and a label and it's major
I was making sells at that call I shot the pager
If you buy your dough then a nigga played you
Kush house on the corner see different flavour
Master OG, grand daddy purple
You cost some blue drips so you lost your life saving
That karma boy scooter scrib that should call me payment
When I made my first mil that's the same as the daily
And if my mama call me Gucci why the fuck are you calling me Radric
She walking out to your bitch and now we got a baby
Gran daddy so purp and black it look like the raven
I think I had life in the scrap when I made it

[Hook:]
It's time to check my trap house, my trap house, my trap house
It's time to check my trap house, my trap house, my trap house
It's time to check my trap house, my trap house, my trap house
It's time to check my trap house, my trap house, my trap house
It's time to check my trap house, my trap house, my trap house
It's time to check my trap house, my trap house, my trap house
It's time to check my trap house, my trap house, my trap house
It's time to check my trap house, my trap house, my trap house

 

[fox69]

"Trap Money (Remix)"
(feat. B.A. & Mook)

"Trap Money (Remix)"
(feat. B.A. & Mook)



[Chorus 2X: Gucci Mane]
I got trap money, I got trap-I got trap [2X]
I got 20 for a show, but it's really rap money
20 for a hoe and that's really trap money

[B.A.]
B.A.!!
Blue lights flashin, checkin out my mansion
Gangster so flashy, Louis Vuitton magnum
How he out here swaggin? Dat be what they askin
I drop the white crease, call it dope boy magic
Dopeology, you should take one of my classes
Hit me in the hood, red carpet, pants saggin
Rob you on Front Street in 75 classic
My potnahs know I'm good in the hood besides rappin
I got trap money cabin, it's 30 if you askin
D trap money lavish, ain't gotta make it rappin
Fruity bezel the cabbage, them country niggaz taxin
Ballin like Maverick, blowin loud in the traffic
I robbed a nigga twosie in some Rap Lord fashion
Say young'n in the hood, I'm a trap money addict
Cartier glasses, you see that I got money
I wake up early in the mornin I need me some trap money

[Chorus]

[Mook]
Mook!
20 Benz back, you see a nigga, that's my pack money
Look I ain't got no record deal so no it ain't no rap money
You see the stack in my jeans, I can't fit no rubber band
22 on cents, I'ma wrap it 'round them
And first I unload the tractor, bust 'em out the wrapper
Get 'em to my trappers and they bring me back them rat chicks
Bust off goin fast, you can call it cheetah girl
When I get the panky you know I'm water whippin her
No top on the whip, tank top Louis V
You can call me tank top cause all I do is wifebeat
Talkin smart on the phone, price just gone up
Take it or leave it homeboy, either way I give a fuck
Pot cold, LB's, kush by the O-Z's
Yeah I sell 'em for the low and get 'em for the dirt cheap
Get in just how you want, I'm a walkin trap sto'
Well connected nigga courtesy of my amigos
Flyin down 20 East, trunk full of dirty birdies
In the middle of the drought we let them bitches fly for 30
In the kitchen cuttin work I gotta do my two-step
Yeah I'm bad leg trappin, bring it to your front stop
Now I'm on Y-65, just got off I-10
In the handicap van, fill it up with midgets man
I mean the good I know is show and it ain't come from rappin money
Ten bands, all tens, nigga that's my trap money

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Trap On Wheels"
(feat. Young Scooter)

"Trap On Wheels"
(feat. Young Scooter)



[Hook:]
I got a trap a trailer crown with pounds
I got a van slamed down with pills
Got a whip, got a stash for bricks
I got a muthafuckin' trap on wheels
I got a muthafuckin' trap on wheels (I got a trap)
I got a muthafuckin' trap on wheels
I got a muthafuckin' trap on wheels (I got a trap)
I pull up and I hit you with this (I'm pulling up)
I got a muthafuckin' trap on wheels (skeet)

[Verse 1:]
Got a trapper and the trail went gold
Rollin' drugs till my trap went mobile
Figured that one on a motor rollin'
In the [?] and the down Corolla
I lost in 66′ a hell of a storm [?]
She kept her mouth closed right like I told her
Then she threw out on [?]
I got the crazy dope, my fee-fi-foe shit
Helpin' hand, I put my hand on yo shoulder
In the street like gimme unicorn shoulder
Afford the lean and afford this blow
I made a racing car outta my nose
I hit a hundred thousand just in the motor
So when I pull up on you niggas it's ova
I'm smokin' purple right in front of you rookers, I'm in the zone
Got a hundred cells, will knock out yo business, don't use the phone
Betta watch yo tone of voice, fuck boi
I got a tone
Kinda [?] kill an elephant nigga, don't get me wrong
For my trap house, hustle for this liquor, I'm in the zone
Baby girl's got a pussy of sky inside her [?]

[Hook:]
I got a trap a trailer crown with pounds
I got a van slamed down with pills
Got a whip, got a stash for bricks
I got a muthafuckin' trap on wheels
I got a muthafuckin' trap on wheels (I got a trap)
I got a muthafuckin' trap on wheels
I got a muthafuckin' trap on wheels (I got a trap)
I pull up and I hit you with this (I'm pulling up)
I got a muthafuckin' trap on wheels (skeet)

[Verse 2:]
Mr. Ice Cream man, but I ain't got no muthafuckin' ice cream
It's a traphouse on wheels, ice cream truck with 4G
Got dope, 4 sure, who made this beat? C4
Who got the streets? You know, you niggas din't rap bout dope
You still in johns out the porch, private jet in New York
Made of steel, won't bend, I say nothin' in court
Screw up, got a trap on wheels
Grew up, got a trap on wheels
Since enrolled, trappin' at my momma's shill [?]
If ye a trap nigga, I know you're gonna trap, that is

[Hook:]
I got a trap a trailer crown with pounds
I got a van slamed down with pills
Got a whip, got a stash for bricks
I got a muthafuckin' trap on wheels
I got a muthafuckin' trap on wheels
I got a muthafuckin' trap on wheels
I got a muthafuckin' trap on wheels
I pull up and I hit you with this
I got a muthafuckin' trap on wheels

 

[fox69]

"Trap Starz"

"Trap Starz"


24's on yo car yous a trap star,
If you known to buy the bar yous a trap star,
You got a watch on ya wrist yous a trap star,
You got ice around ya neck yous a trap star
[x2]

[Verse 1:]
Pimpin is the topic,
Money is the object,
Hataz gon' make me pull my gators out the closet,
Tailor made outfit,
Hollerin at a thick chick,
1 hour lata got her messin up her lipstick,
All the best in my clique,
How u hataz hate that?
Ridin in a mayback,
Headed to the racetrack,
Sippin on konyak,
Big fat dro sack,
Seat layed back,
And actin like I'm all that,
Tell me what you call that?
Tell me where yo broad at?
Chillin wit a mack throwback wit a strawhat,
Hataz mean mug me,
Girls wanna hug me,
Everything's lovely,
Tippin on bubbley,
Pull up at the club, valet park the car,
Fell of in the club then I bought the bar,
Girls choose me cause ima superstar,
They takin snap shots of my entourage,

24's on yo car yous a trap star,
If you known to buy the bar yous a trap star,
You got a watch on ya wrist yous a trap star,
You got ice around ya neck yous a trap star
[x2]

[Verse 2:]
I'm the grind man, pine man,
Dro man, jive man, power man, die man, dope man, coat man, snow man, slick man, trick man, trap man, hit man, big man,
Come and gucci man,
Peal man, brick man, po' man, rich man, dub man, lick man, weed man, soft man, pimp man, boss man, stunt man,
Killa man, fresh man, next man, better wear a vest man,
Yo boy, dough boy,
Brought down to no boy,
Neva been a hoe boy,
Know to rock the show boy,
Dough boy, glow boy, lover boy, pretty boy, city boy, country boy,
Neva been a monkey boy,
Jack boys, crack boys, dope boys, trap boys,
See me in the club,shawty call me throwback boy,
Black boys, black toys, eatlin like the fat boys,
Gucci on tha track boy,
How u love dat boy?

24's on yo car yous a trap star,
If you known to buy the bar yous a trap star,
You got a watch on ya wrist yous a trap star,
You got ice around ya neck yous a trap star
[x2]

[Verse 3:]
I'm ridin through the city in a escalade,
It's friday night the J's just got paid,
Left the barber shop wit a real tight fade,
Hit tha car wash let my rims get sprayed
I'm fresher than fresh,
I'm sharper that sharp,
My rims still spinnin but my car is parked,
It's after dark, we left the park,
I gotta blunt of dro rolled up this far,
Everybody know me I'm the a10c, ask my boy ZT,
Too hot for radio or mtv, tell BET to come and see Gucci,
Im a trap star, ghetto celebrity, pretty girls wanna get in bed with me,
And these pretty girls wanna give head to me, but these pretty girls gotta bring bread to me.

24's on yo car yous a trap star,
If you known to buy the bar yous a trap star,
You got a watch on ya wrist yous a trap star,
You got ice around ya neck yous a trap star
[x2]

 

[fox69]

"Trap Talk"

"Trap Talk"


Started out with blood money
50k in drugs on me
[?] put thugs on me
Just pulled up in the club homey
We just put my thugs on it
Home boy gettin his mug on
Hey I wanna 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 runners 10 million deep
I'm tryin to sell 10 billion keys
Fuck what a bitch boy say to me
AKA I stay with me
Mac 99 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 dope rider front
Off set shots 73
You say he's a traper pleas
I hang around with a gang of thieves
They prolly charge 200g's then sell your ass a sack of leaves
Gucci mane fuck up the sound
Dead drunk like my uncle
Touch my brother dood n I'll cock and shoot or cut your throat
Gucci mane fuck up the sound
Dead drunk like my uncle
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
Got 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
Got some meny chops and glock no need to keep the door locked
Bitch I'm talkin trap talk
Bitch I bet up with me talkin trap talk

55 white bricks fronted to me
23 thous 5h unit a piece
357 sit on top of the seats
Plus a air 15 ain't far from my reach
Got a house on flat shore sell nothin but dro
Apartment on the crest ware I get all the blow
Went from pan to perform till 80s show
Now a 26 a shocks sit up unda the rows
A nigga think he playin with me betta play with his nose
Put a hole in his chest bout the size of a mole
I gota j that swing my door and I pay them in dope
I got cookers on my team that snort and I pay them in coke

My cookers made a 50 pack I ran strait threw it
Got 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
Got some meny chops and glock no need to keep the door locked
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
Cause I can score with any hoe with just the flick of my wrist
Diamonds sittin on my finger cost ten bricks of the sniff
For this matchin cardia 20 bags of tha pills
You can talk n say your sick but I ain't goin legit
Tryna 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 order
Squares don't get no likin on
Have my goons out back and slaughter
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
Got 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
Got some meny chops and glock no need to keep the door locked
Bitch I'm talkin trap talk
Bitch I bet up with me talkin trap talk