trap back jumpin’ lyrics – t.i.

“trap back jumpin'”

its time to get the trap back jumpin
get sh*t back poppin hoe
show these sucka n*gg*z how it go
ill show you how to move a lotta blow
n*gg*z say they loud but they lied
so its time to get the trap back jumpin
get sh*t back poppin b*tch
ay who dare say i’m not the sh*t
ay really who you know as hot as this
seriously, ill show you how to do this sh*t

[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 b*tch will f*ck 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 n*gg* coming out a doa
hit em with the chopper leave him doa
you can play with n*gg*z not me ok?
them otha n*gg*z suckaz i’m a g ok?
t.i.k.i.n.g ok?
just respect that sh*t and you’ll be ok
lets get this straight once and for all
ill run this sh*t by none of ya’ll
ain’t not one of ya’ll n*gg*z bigga than me
can’t none of ya’ll 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 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


[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 sh*t hot, oh yeah bruh
that sh*t 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 n*gg*s 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 n*body got sh*t on me
imma lil n*gg* but i’m a big homie
i’m big homie, do big sh*t
no world cup, i kick sh*t
rap farm, but don’t forget
that i’m back trappin
got more bricks


[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?
n*gg*, yeah right
a n*gg* get wrong and get did right
with your *ss hoe
get embarr*ssed hoe
all about my cash flows
yo new b*tch was my last hoe
i got 6 sl*ts in my maybach
six pack under my tank top
i got a snub nose that got 6 shots
n*gg* try me, i think not
my temper bad i might blink out
buss a n*gg* 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, b*mpin
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?


/ t i lyrics