Make the Trap Say Aye - Gucci Mane, OJ Da Juiceman

Aye, aye, okay

Juice, Gucci, Juice, Gucci

Half a brick, half a brick

Zaytoven, Zaytiggi

Aye, aye, aye, okay

Okay, okay, aye, aye

So Icey Entertainment

Quarter brick, half a brick, whole brick, aye

Quarter pound, half a pound, whole pound, okay

Hundred pills, thousand pills, serving major weight

Juiceman and Gucci Mane make the trap, «Aye!»

Quarter brick, half a brick, whole brick, aye

Quarter pound, half a pound, whole pound, okay

Hundred pills, thousand pills, serving major weight

Juiceman and Gucci Mane make the trap, «Aye!»

I’m booming, I’m bunking, I’m serving all the babies

Rap game easy, but the dope game gravy

Young Juiceman and my life is like the J. Kidd

With stupid fruity crazy swag, jumping on your lady

Banana donk Chevy interior like the Lakers

LeBron James wrist when I’m fucking with that cake up Hit the trap, stay down, watch the paper rake up Booming out the house and J’s asking for a wakeup

Half a brick, whole brick, got me buying Jacobs

Maury shoe-walking and and the head a N.O.

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Half a brick, whole brick, got me buying Jacobs

Maury shoe-walking and and the head a N.O.

gator

Quarter brick, half a brick, whole brick, aye

Quarter pound, half a pound, whole pound, okay

Hundred pills, thousand pills, serving major weight

Juiceman and Gucci Mane make the trap, «Aye!»

Quarter brick, half a brick, whole brick, aye

Quarter pound, half a pound, whole pound, okay

Hundred pills, thousand pills, serving major weight

Juiceman and Gucci Mane make the trap, «Aye!»

I’m twerking birds in, so we working

Packing a truck, stop, a trailer back in We big flip jugs, we took it off the forklift

The way my plug kick it, you’d think he had a black belt

My scale so big, Big Boy can weigh his damn self

Two thousand pounds of mid, I sold that shit my damn self

Washer full of cash, dryer full of X pills

Red rag in my pocket same color my 'Vette is My number lower than a eeé from Texas

A quarter mill in the mail is an investment

A sniper rifle like a soldier in the desert

An Eagle on me, boy, I’m known to tote a Desert

I sacked an ounce up before I sold a record

He want a brick, I told him, «Meet me by the Checker’s»

I sacked a pound up before I sold a record

He want a bale, I told him, «Meet me by the Checker’s»

Quarter brick, half a brick, whole brick, aye

Quarter pound, half a pound, whole pound, okay

Hundred pills, thousand pills, serving major weight

Juiceman and Gucci Mane make the trap, «Aye!»

Quarter brick, half a brick, whole brick, aye

Quarter pound, half a pound, whole pound, okay

Hundred pills, thousand pills, serving major weight

Juiceman and Gucci Mane make the trap, «Aye!»

Young Juiceman, goddamn it, I’m the shit

Booming off the chain, working with fifty bricks

Thousand pound bale, trying to make a mega grip

Posted on the 'Crest with that .45 on my hip

Thirty-four, thirty-four tucked behind my lip

760, dog, with that extra lip

502 donk, dog, with that extra kick

I got them stupid bands 'cause I got that stupid whip

Quarter brick, half a brick, whole brick, aye

Quarter pound, half a pound, whole pound, okay

Hundred pills, thousand pills, serving major weight

Juiceman and Gucci Mane make the trap, «Aye!»

Quarter brick, half a brick, whole brick, aye

Quarter pound, half a pound, whole pound, okay

Hundred pills, thousand pills, serving major weight

Juiceman and Gucci Mane make the trap, «Aye!»

Aye, aye, aye, okay

Damn, damn, Zay, Zay

Damn, damn, Juice, Juice

Damn, damn, Gucc, Juice

Juice, Gucc, Zay, gone