Trap My Ass Off - Waka Flocka Flame

Boy Brick Squad

This shit the mob, nigga

Cook!

Bow bow

Louney G on the track

You know!

Bustin' bags down on the counter

Right next to the money counter

Right next to the police scanner

Paid a nigga just to watch the camera

Bustin' bags down on the counter

Bustin' bags down on the counter

Bustin' bags down on the counter (you know)

Bustin' bags down on the counter

Right next to the money counter

Right next to the police scanner

Paid a nigga just to watch the camera

Bustin' bags down on the counter

Bustin' bags down on the counter

Bust-bustin' bags down on the counter (you know)

Trap, trap my ass off

Trap, trap my ass off

Trap, trap my ass off

Trap, trap my ass off

Yeah, you know

When the junkie hit the rock, glass jaw

Migo called my phone, said I need a fuckin' mental, yeah, yeah

I’ll get a nigga poked up for some honey buns, yeah, yeah

Trap spot got plenty guns

Sold a hundred pounds, that’s a home run

Bust his head for a dirty bird

Charge him 37 for a whole one

Switch his spot, 6 month run

My flag bleedin' like a nose run

'Bout to crank up a new trap spot

lil' rock 'cause that

And if a nigga play with my money

Then my young niggas on his ass, duck huntin'

Bringin' quarters back like Andrew Luck

Gotta charge extra if we cook it up

Strippin' bitches countin' money naked

That Lamb' truck, bitch, I gotta have it

Flex!

Flex!

Bustin' bags down on the counter

Right next to the money counter

Right next to the police scanner

Paid a nigga just to watch the camera

Bustin' bags down on the counter

Bustin' bags down on the counter

Bustin' bags down on the counter

Bustin' bags down on the counter

Right next to the money counter

Right next to the police scanner

Paid a nigga just to watch the camera

Bustin' bags down on the counter

Bustin' bags down on the counter

Bust-bustin' bags down on the counter (you know)

Trap, trap my ass off

Trap, trap my ass off

Trap, trap my ass off

Trap, trap my ass off

Say it twice

Clayco

I got that Spanish cocaine, call it J. Lo

We flip that work, take a trip to Barbados

We dropped that lean in the

Faygo

You got that lean with the karo

Make that ho leave with a bankroll

I’ll put the beam on the

k hole

I trap my ass off like Stoney and Hundo

Get off that work like I’m down in Diego

Clayco Clayco, Flocka connected like Lego

Hit up my migo, no Quavo

They send a mill if I say so

Play with the work, gon' be fatal

Hole in your head like a bagel

Residue all on the table

Tourin' and trappin', trappin' and tourin'

Trap house bring in what you pay for that foreign

Made junkies jump from the free throw like Jordan

Watch what you say 'cause you know they recordin'

These roosters I’m servin' don’t chirp in the mornin'

Get rid of these babies like we do abortions

I just bought a morgue, I put bricks in the coffin

That’s on my flag, nigga

Flocka!

Bustin' bags down on the counter

Right next to the money counter

Right next to the police scanner

Paid a nigga just to watch the camera

Bustin' bags down on the counter

Bustin' bags down on the counter

Bustin' bags down on the counter

Bustin' bags down on the counter

Right next to the money counter

Right next to the police scanner

Paid a nigga just to watch the camera

Bustin' bags down on the counter

Bustin' bags down on the counter

Bust-bustin' bags down on the counter (you know)

Trap, trap my ass off

Trap, trap my ass off

Trap, trap my ass off

Trap, trap my ass off

Say it twice

I got that Spanish cocaine, call it J. Lo

We flip that work, take a trip to Barbados

We dropped that lean in the Faygo

I’ll put the beam on the k hole

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