Trap Back Jumpin' Lyrics – T.I.

Trap Back Jumpin' Lyrics – T.I.

 [Hook]

Its time to get the trap back jumpin

Get shit back poppin hoe

Show these sucka niggaz how it go

Ill show you how to move a lotta blow

Niggaz say they loud but they lied

So its time to get the trap back jumpin

Get shit back poppin bitch

Ay who dare say I'm not the shit

Ay really who you know as hot as this

Seriously, ill show you how to do this shit

[Verse 1]

Its time to get the bricks outta that bag

Put that scale back on that desk

Set that vision wear on that stove

Next to that baking soda and pyrex

Drop that water off in that pot

Let it boil up and get hot

Then whip it good with your wrist like this

Thats how you triple every brick you get

Made paper off of that yayo

Ask jay's about me bet they know

Your bitch will fuck when I say so

Plus I got head bustaz on my payroll

This bankhead homeboy we dont play

Violate me and this'll be yo day

Catcha nigga coming out a DOA

Hit em with the chopper leave him DOA

You can play with niggaz not me ok?

Them otha niggaz suckaz I'm a G ok?

T.I.K.I.N.G ok?

Just respect that shit and you'll be ok

Lets get this straight once and for all

Ill run this shit by none of ya'll

Ain't not one of ya'll niggaz bigga than me

Can't none of ya'll take this city from me

Take years off and I'm still tight

I half-ass and they still like it

Kick trap shit when I feel like it

Dope boys know what I live like

De Niro off kilos

Big bank rolls on cee-lo's

Off oz's make zeros

Here we go

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

Its time to put that work back in that stash spot

Put that rental car on that slab

Hit the highway for about five days

Then come back and git cash

Got half, quarters, and whole thangs

Chevrolets and them gold thangs

Got rolex, got benz's

And its all offa dat cocaine

Its a cold game but its cool tho

Work get gone and I move blow

Wont sit on it, its too low

You got 21, well here you go

I got big whips so sick ya'll

And big suites by 6 broads

Your shit hot, oh yeah bruh

That shit drops, wont sell much

Platinum all on my wall dawg

Crib big, yeah like a mall dawg

I'm doin numbers like call logs

Little small money I call ya out

My house worth your whole life

Yo 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

Imma lil nigga but I'm a big homie

I'm big homie, do big shit

No world cup, I kick shit

Rap farm, but don't forget

That I'm back trappin

Got more bricks

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

Its time to get them pre-pays at the metro

Get activated, talk in code

Over here we got big blow

Next dope pounds of that petrol

We get dough off anything

Got activist if you sip n 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?

Thats alright

Come fight me?

Nigga, yeah right

A nigga get wrong and get did right

With your ass hoe

Get embarrassed hoe

All about my cash flows

Yo new bitch was my last hoe

I got 6 sluts in my maybach

Six pack under my tank top

I got a snub nose that got 6 shots

Nigga try me, I think not

My temper bad I might blink out

Buss a nigga before I can even think about

What I got to lose

If he busts a move

Well I got to do what I got to do

Trap rollin, bumpin

Always sellin somethin

We got it if you want it

Its whatever for the money on my grind

They in line for the product from a dime up

They know where to find us

Do you know what its time for?

[Hook]