Bolo - Trap Muzik lyrics

[Verse] I was 12 years old, trapping out mama house Sell them 50 for a O, 900 for a pound This that Trap Muzik, n***a This that Trap Muzik, n***a We was posted on the corner, standing with that llama out Ready to show a p**y n***a what that drama about This that Trap Muzik, n***a This that Trap Muzik, n***a I had whole pound fair back when I was 13 My country boy was getting them b**hes for me dirty cheap This that Trap Muzik, n***a This that Trap Muzik, n***a I'm talkin parking lot action, stunting at the front street Cuz it's prime down on 4, flexing hard with lil fee This that Trap Muzik, n***a This that Trap Muzik, n***a Way before these n***as even started talking bout finessing b**h I was on the team tricking n***as for lil nicks This that Trap Muzik, n***a This that Trap Muzik, n***a Way back I wouldn't give my hand, had that b**h going H.A.M Prefer to hit the town, 50 dollar for a ground This that Trap Muzik, n***a This that Trap Muzik, n***a Back when me and Lil Goony used to be in Buckingham Talking razorblade action, selling never 100 slams This that Trap Muzik, n***a This that Trap Muzik, n***a Thousand dollar dice games, bet a 100, shoot a 100 At the same time those swinging cellphones jumping This that Trap Muzik, n***a This that Trap Muzik, n***a In a way we were straight, what if they're blowing money? Paint wet, motor runnin, Ace on the Porsche cutless This that Trap Muzik, n***a This that Trap Muzik, n***a I remember back when (?) was on (?) Rest in peace to Chevy D, one time for Willy Park This that Trap Muzik, n***a This that Trap Muzik, n***a I done seen Lil Daddy do some numbers on that south And a n***a still at it, my little n***a J got out This that Trap Muzik, n***a This that Trap Muzik, n***a Circle came straight, that b**h still doing numbers And we got what you need, lil G just here, pull up on 'em This that Trap Muzik, n***a This that Trap Muzik, n***a 300 stacked fat, 3-6 figure Z I'ma get money off of rap when your car on that heat n***a, that's Trap Muzik, n***a This that Trap Muzik, n***a Tell 'em free my n***a Tito, boy you took one for the team When your car home I got ya and I put that sh** on it This that Trap Muzik, n***a This that Trap Muzik, n***a Told my man "easy, take it easy, best believe God got ya" And motherf** the feds, tell them b**hes free my uncle This that Trap Muzik, n***a This that Trap Muzik, n***a So hop out, we'll go get them out the street, waitin out for metal For what them n***as talkin? Homie you a real n***a This that Trap Muzik, n***a This that Trap Muzik, n***a