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t.i. - trap back jumping lyrics

[produced by dj toomp]

[chorus]
it’s time to get trap back jumping
get sh-t back poppin’, ho
i show these sucka n-ggas how it go
i show you how to move a lot of blow
n-gga say they live but they lying
so it’s time to get trap back jumping
get sh-t back popping, b-tch
hey, now who done say i’m not the sh-t
hey, n-gga who you know that’s hot as this
seriously, i’ll show you how to do the sh-t

[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 b-tch’ll f-ck 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 n-gga coming out of the doa
hit ’em with the chopper leave ’em doa
you can play with n-ggas, not me, okay?
them other n-ggas suckers, i’m a g, okay?
t.i. k.i.n.g., okay?
just respect that sh-t and you will be okay
let’s get this sh-t straight once and for all
i run this sh-t, bar none of y’all
and nan one of y’all n-ggas bigger than me
can’t none of y’all take this city from me
take years off and i’m still tight
i half -ss and they still like it
kick trap sh-t 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

[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 sh-t hot, oh yeah bro, that sh-t 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 n-ggas barely in first cl-ss, i charter g4 flights
can’t tell me sh-t, homie
down here i’m good as it get, homie
ain’t n0body got sh-t on me
i’m a little n-gga, but i’m big homie
i’m big homie , do big sh-t
no world cup, i kick sh-t
ride foreign, but don’t forget
i’m back trapping, got more bricks

[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, n-gga, yeah right
and n-gga get wrong and getting dead right
get your -ss, ho
get embarr-ssed, ho
all about my cash flow
your new b-tch was my last ho
i got six sl-ts in my maybach
sixpack under my tanktop
i got a snub nose that hold six shots
n-gga try me, i think not
my temper bad, i might blank out
bust a n-gga 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

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