(feat. Mac Boney)    This a trap  This aint no album  This aint no game  This a trap (trap muzik)  [Repeat 8x]    [1st Verse]  Welcome back to the trap  Niggas back in the trap  Wit another heavy chevy  Big dope boys and trap  All you rap niggas role out  I trap when it's cold out  Whack niggas flyin  But I stay down to I'm sold out  Cause down a hundred ground  Like a rapping in a dope house  Man wherever I be  The feds got me scoped out  Mother fucker let my nuts hang  Block out the duc canes  Cook it to it bubbles  Doulble fast as a mustang  I know you think you fuck man  But little showty tuff man  Been a long time   Since a nigg from Alanta  Spit this nuts game  Thats a very few of real niggas  So how could they give nigga  The feelin that a real nigga  Would get around a real nigga  All they do is still niggas ideas  And rhythm wit em  Holla sumthin similar  Talking bout the hood  Like they hung in em  I got a million rhythms  Want em come get em  What bitch you pussy nigga  I'm just havin fun wit em  [chorus repeat 8x]    [verse 2]  Still telling niggas  I aint wholing I aint crolling   When the 12 hit the corner  I aint brolling I aint rolling  Keep the coat stretch out  Like Carl Louis Hamstring  Stepped on like I'm working  With the damn thing  Drible baby aint seen  What I do to a ounce of doe  A whip man on my pager  Like I pay you folks  To whip somemoore  I'm doper than the fluid cellur  I flip it all up by myself  I give my niggas recipes  So they can turn to sumthin else  They love to work  Thats why I keep em comin  Like conlasions plate   We flip the cake  We move this shit from Georgia  Baby state to state  Attemadate  Niggas in the city  Who've been moving weight  Nobody loosing weight  They fuck with us  Cause you've been known to hate  Demonstrate  The way we turned the trout  Out in '98  Sarted out in '95  Started out with nicks and dimes  Niggas you done lost your mind  Thinking you could set up shop  Pimpin I respect the game  Lets take this to another block  [chorus repeat 8x]  [outro talk]    [outro verse]  Pimp squad  Showty still in the trap  When I spot a scene hot  With the man name Jon  And the collad green pot  On alot of straight hen  And alot of green pot  Compation in a range  Like he gotta be stop  Well maybe I will be  But probably not  Oh what the blood cloak  You try to knock em out and he sock  Listen to me I'm serious  Thinkin how did he not  End up way up  On the top of Detroit  If come where I was  You gotta be pop  And if you really want to pop  And I rather be dropped  Listen pops  Want to know a little more  About rap  Firts rule this is real  It aint just a record deal  Its a trap  [music continues]  [music fades]