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bun b - traphandz lyrics

(feat. 2 chainz & yo gotti)

[intro]
trap hands, trap hands, yes

[chorus]
trap hands, hallelujah
i run this sh-t, rick the ruler
i’m gettin’ b-tches, stackin’ mula
trap hands, hallelujah
trap hands, hallelujah
i run this sh-t, rick the ruler
i’m gettin’ b-tches, stackin’ mula
trap hands, hallelujah
trap hands, hallelujah
i run this sh-t, rick the ruler
i’m gettin’ b-tches, stackin’ mula
trap hands, hallelujah

[verse 1: bun b]
what’s up my g? you must be new up in the trap
so let me tell you how they do up in the trap
they rep the south and bang that screw up in the trap
and they gon’ sip more than a mothaf-ckin’ two up in the trap
you see them boys is comin’ down up in the trap
they poppin’ trunk, bangin’ surround up in the trap
they got them bricks and got them pounds up in the trap
don’t f-ck around because them boys’ll lay you down up in the trap
you see i’m from the trap, and i done done the trap
and boy when i was in the trap i used to run the trap
and just ’cause you from the hood don’t mean you from the trap
but if you are then put them trap hands up and thunder clap

[verse 2: yo gotti]
i am!
everything i touch, it turn to gold
built my whole career in front of the stove
duckin’ da and fbi while i was sellin’ o’s
nothin’ but mini choppers, dracos and extendos at my shows (yeah)
i’m a gangsta and i rap for gangstas, this that gangsta sh-t
took my rap check, went and bought some bricks, that’s that hustlin’ sh-t
yeah, that’s that hustlin’ sh-t, yeah, you on some sucka sh-t
yeah, they don’t benefit, yeah, i can’t f-ck with it
i used to cook up in the trap, write my verses in the trap
you get nervous in the trap ’cause you ain’t ’bout it, they just cap
f-ckin’ b-tches in the trap, i’m from the trenches and the trap
k!llin’ rats so all snitches come up missin’ in the trap

[verse 3: 2 chainz]
what’s up bun? ugk for life
2 chainz!
i barely made the flight from here to gangsta paradise
to rearview mirror pair of dice to benihana extra rice
i make them clap their hands when i fill up arenas
had a felony before the misdemeanor, make ’em kiss the ring-a (true)
i had a handkerchief filled with dirty snot
had a dirty glock, cowards k!lled my partna in the parkin’ lot
all they did was watch, them folks call the cops
yeah i’m from the trap, from the corner lot
mud in the soda pop
came up out the mud, i was ‘posed to rot
then i switched it up, started snappin’ like a photo op’
terminator, robocop, elevate the muscle car
got a foreign broad just to match with the foreign car

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