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