[T.I. talking]   Ay, ay, ay, what you need shawty   Ay shawty man a I got 5 for 45 shawty, 5 for 45   Well shit what you need shawty   Ay these these bd's right here shawty   Ay this that this that noyd too shawty   You can't get no better than this right here   Ay nigga well get the fuck out my trapp then      [Verse 1]   A crack a ki' a crumb do it fifty mo' times   The quarter go for 5 and the half go for 9   Still in the trapp wit them break down dimes   Hit me on the hipper anytime, I don't mind   Why y'all niggas bitching on and whining I'm a grind   Shack it in the winter and the summer I'm a shine (getting mine)   It's plenty of money to be made from Candler Road to Bankhead   It's plenty of room to get paid for those that ain't scared   I got the hard for the j's and dro' for the dank heads   The dope game still strong like pimping ain't dead   Heard what I said I ain't buying no yell   Weighing 36 o's or more on a triple beam scale   Yeah, look like you got that touchy bug shawty   Standing round in my trapp I think you fucking up shawty   Same nigga who taut a k getting paid in the trapp   Made a song for the niggas and the J's in da trapp   For the...      [Hook]   Da dope boyz in the trapp nigga   The thug nigga, drug dealer where you at nigga   I say the, da dope boyz in the trapp nigga   The thug nigga, drug dealer where you at, a where you at nigga      Ya dope boyz in the trapp nigga   The thug nigga, drug dealer where you at, a where you at nigga   Ya dope boyz in the trapp nigga   This for da, ya dope boyz in the trapp nigga      [Verse 2]   Never everybody in the swats know I got the fiyah fiyah   Nigga want that weight got it for the high high   You can't even supply the package I buy   I get it and I cook and it's gone for it dry   Get a quarter ki and cut it down to all dimes   Buy my own blow so the profits all mine   How we gone shine?, the same way we gone grind   Niggas ain't gone be able to see us hey, they gone think they gone blind   C got choppers on his vert and I got daden's on mine   Triple gold and vogues, poppin' moe' blowin' pine   Honey brown wood grain wheel in the 'lac   Oak on the dash and the 12's in the back   Came for years of trappin', staying down wit the crack   Now that I made it rapping I ain't never going back   I'ma let the paper stack till it can't no more   Still got love for my niggas slangin' blow   Getting do' fo' sure      [Hook]      [Verse 3]   I remember it all started wit a quarter ounce of hard   Me and C-Roy crunked the trapp up in Cobb   Nann nigga barred we the trillest niggas living   If this ain't yo trapp then what the fuck you doing in it?   What the muthafucking business, do you think you puttin down?   If so then my corner you need to get the fuck from round   Unless you wanna sell some weed my nigga Beed got the pound   Anything else I don't need ya help, I got the hard locked down   37's ki's in da grill of the broam   Jumped from 33 to my folk in Boyd homes   All most gone ain't got but four mo'   Eternal Simpson Road ain't no more blow   Nothing left for you but to count my do'   Just something else to do while I blow my dro'   350k what I paid for the shit   Made 850 quick when I flipped all these bricks   Getting rich in this bitch      [HooK: 2x]      (T.I. shouting out da dope boyz!)      Ay one time for da dope boyz in ATL   From the SWATS on Campbelton Road   on over to the Westside on Bankhead, ya understand   On over to Candler Road   Ay I know y'all niggaz out there getting money in Decatur   Got damn ay we going on down to Miami shawty   Ay we know y'all niggas got them thangs down there for the low   I'm coming to get some   Ay one time for my niggas up in Tennessee shawty   Up in Orange Mound, y'all niggas trapp rolling good   On over to Memphis I know the pimpings real good down there