Trap Back Jumping

[Produced by DJ Toomp] [Hook] It’s time to get trap back jumping Get shit and back popping, ho I show these sucka niggas how it go I show you how to move a lot of blow Nigga say they live but they lying So it’s time to get trap back jumping Get shit back popping, bitch Hey, now who done say I'm not the shit Hey, nigga who you know that's hot as this Seriously, I’ll show you how to do the shit [Verse 1] It's time to getting bricks out of that bag Put that scale back on the desk Set that vision wear on the stove Next to that bakin' soda & pyrex Drop that water out off that pot Let it boil up and get high Then whip it good with your wrist like that Thats how you triple every brick you get Made paper off of that yayo Ask Jason 'bout me, bet they know Your bitch'll fuck when I say so Plus got head busta's on my payroll This Bankhead, homeboy, we don’t play Violate me and this will be your day Catch a nigga coming out of the DOA Hit 'em with the chopper leave 'em DOA You can play with niggas, not me, okay? Them other niggas suckers, I’m a G, okay? T.I. K.I.N.G., okay? Just respect that shit and you will be okay Let's get this shit straight once and for all I run this shit, bar none of y’all And nan one of y'all niggas bigger than me Can’t none of y’all take this city from me Take years off and i’m still tight I half ass and they still like it You keep trap shit when I feel like Them dope boys know what I live like Dineros off kilos, big bank rolls don’t see lows Of oz's makes zeros, here we go [Hook] [Verse 2] It’s time to put that work back in the stash box Put that rent-a-car on that slab Hit that highway from bout five day then come back and get cash Got halves, quarters and whole things Chevrolets and them gold things Got Rolex, got Benzes, and it's all off of that cocaine It’s cold game but it’s cool though Work get gone and I move blow Won’t sit on it, it’s too low You got twenty-one, well, here you go I got big whips so sick y’all And big suites, about six broads Your shit hot, oh yeah bro, that shit drop won’t sell much Platinum all in my wall dawg, crib big it like a mall dawg I’m doing numbers like call logs Lil small money, I call y'all My house worth your whole life, your condo's my old ice You niggas barely in first class, I charter G4 flights Can’t tell me shit, homie Down here I’m good as it get, homie Ain't nobody got shit on me I’m a little nigga, but I’m big homie I’m big homie , do big shit No World Cup, I kick shit Ride foreign, but don’t forget I’m back trapping, got more bricks [Hook] [Verse 3] It's time to get them pre-paids and them metros Back activated, talk in code Over here we got big blow Next do' pounds uh that petro We get dough off anything Got Actavis if you sipping lean Prescription pills and Molly Even got Heroin if you 'bout it Shawty my shop open up all night Got blocks stacked up all white Don't like me, that's alright Come fight me, nigga, yeah right And nigga get wrong and getting dead right Get your ass, ho Get embarrassed, ho All about my cash flow Your new bitch was my last ho I got six sluts in my Maybach Sixpack under my tanktop I got a snub nose that hold six shots Nigga try me, I think not My temper bad, I might blank out Bust a nigga before I can even think about What I got to lose if he bust a move Well, I got to do what I got to do Trap rolling, bumping, always selling something You got it if you want it and whatever for the money On my grind, they in line for the product from the dime up They know where to find him, do you know what it time for [Hook]