Trap Boom

[Chorus] I make the trap, boom boom, I make the trap, boom boom I make the trap, boom boom, I make the trap, boom boom I got soft, I got hard, I got pills, I got bars I got soft, I got hard, I got pills, I got bars I make the trap, boom boom, I make the trap, boom boom I make the trap, boom boom, I make the trap, boom boom I got soft, I got hard, I got pills, I got bars I got soft, I got hard, I got pills, I got bars [Verse 1: Project Pat] Rocks under my balls, pistol in my drawers A bird of blow on the table break quarters and halves off For those who comin' through this ain't Casino but I'm your dealer Tony Montana, chill like Al Pacino in Scarface nigga The jack boys talk a lot of noise but on the realla Got killers posted up, err' door fingers on trigger Heroin is so intense, the syrup going by the ounce Put money in my hands, cop your goods, and then you bounce [Verse 2: DJ Paul] See I ain't the nigga that was up at five o'clock to sell no rocks I'm the nigga that was out at midnight to drop off a block In a tinted-out Maxima, they low-key and quick Snowin out the dollar with a Glock and a trunk full of bricks I make the track boom boom without even touchin' it As for my Blackhaven zoners, I’m just supplying it I went to Key West and picked it up, back in Memphis broke it up Call my nigga in, Get High Chris, then we split it up [Chorus] I make the trap, boom boom, I make the trap, boom boom I make the trap, boom boom, I make the trap, boom boom I got soft, I got hard, I got pills, I got bars I got soft, I got hard, I got pills, I got bars I make the trap, boom boom, I make the trap, boom boom I make the trap, boom boom, I make the trap, boom boom I got soft, I got hard, I got pills, I got bars I got soft, I got hard, I got pills, I got bars [Verse 3: Juicy J] His dope sales are up, a nigga feelin' embellished His pockets swellin', 'cause e'rything he's sellin' The heat is on the street, my niggas gettin' jealous The chopper's on the seat to cut you up like relish The hood ain't changed, got these niggas still tellin' To lock this nigga up a two-time felon This boy ain't bullshittin, he'll kick in doors and kill 'em And hide them bodies good that you can't even smell 'em He niggarish and ignorant so fuck who in your crib This gangster life he livin' it, so fuck your wife and kids These janky niggas on the town I hope they know the biz To all you federal tattletales, swap out where you live [Chorus] I make the trap, boom boom, I make the trap, boom boom I make the trap, boom boom, I make the trap, boom boom I got soft, I got hard, I got pills, I got bars I got soft, I got hard, I got pills, I got bars I make the trap, boom boom, I make the trap, boom boom I make the trap, boom boom, I make the trap, boom boom I got soft, I got hard, I got pills, I got bars I got soft, I got hard, I got pills, I got bars [Outro] You know, the worst part about sellin' dope is 80% of black people in jail Because of drugs, domestic violence and murder So you should think about that Get your life together my nigga