TrapMania (feat. Gucci Mane & Cootie)

Intro: Gucci Mane Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up 1017 So Icey Boys That boy Fizzle Verse 1: BiC Fizzle 870 trench baby, you know the struggle raised me Bein' broke ain't turned me down, that shit just got me motivated Ivory loud, got on my shit and put my foot on all my haters Uh-huh Money stackin' up in layers, look like I play for the Lakers Well damn We gon' fuck from nine to five like this your job or I'ma trade ya I won't waste none of your time or mine, I'd rather chase some paper Trappin' too hard in the hood, I'm gettin' complaints from all the neighbors Woo Like that young nigga too hot out here, he got so many flavors I worked hard for what I got, so I won't let no nigga take it No Wock' mix with my phantom pop, it got me movin' like the matrix Know this shit 1K 4L, see, we got millions on the table .223 find our traces, cross that line and Fizzle face it Boom Verse 2: Cootie Shh, who's that It's the Cooter Huh Grab the fork and twerk it, twist it, twirl it like some noodles Woo, skrrt I'm a big dog, fuck I look like runnin' with some poodles You might think this was a pool hall, just look at all these shooters Damn It's a celebration, bitch, another trapper made it My ho jealous, bruh, I think my plug even hatin' Wow I'm tired of niggas fuckin' up, then cryin' 'cause they can't pay me They don't know who did it, but the nigga family still hate me What You can't tell us nothin', bitch No, you see we made it out them trenches In the game ballin' hard, bitch, we finally off them benches Go The caption read, We winnin', with the trophy on the ending Woo My girl jealous, say the Glock get more attention than extended Go Verse 3: Gucci Mane I can show you how to flip a fifty to a million Yeah I got the Midas touch, they say I'm somethin' like a magician Voilà I dropped the top, I'm chillin', now my car ain't got no ceiling Pew Don't put your hands on Guwop or your limbs won't have no feeling Damn CEO 'bout business, it's been blushin' 'bout this pendant And you can't work the brand unless you gon' stand on the business I can't take you serious, it's all fiction in your lyrics Damn Your rap so fuckin' cap, not even your partner wanna hear it Wow Straight from Arkansas, just gave these young niggas a chance Yeah And how you call them country when my young niggas got bands Racks We ballin' in Miami, yeah, I'm rockin' with the clan Go And I can't do no dancin', all this money in my pants Gucci Outro: Gucci Mane Ha