Chris Brown - Trappin' lyrics

I used to trap out the garage Talkin’ ounces, had bricks Mr. Get ’em in and move ’em out quick I used to trap out the garage Used to get ’em by the bail 100 packs, I ain’t even need a scale I used to trap out the garage Hustle man get the work, hustle man get the cash Take a brick and make it skrt, that’s the fork hittin’ gla** Used to order from the plug, hop out in a mask Put it all in a bag I used to trap out the garage These n***as all fake, these n***as all snitch Same n***a in them DMs tryna f** with your b**h n***a money makin’ Mitch, fast money, make it quick 50,000 on your head, let’s see how fast they forget f** is you lookin’ at with your lookin’ a**? Cause we flexin’ Not even Google Maps get you over here to this section All of my n***as equipped with them cha-cha-cha, I’m protected Make a move on my chain my n***a, c**a taking your n***a I used to trap out the garage Talkin’ ounces, had bricks Mr. Get ’em in and move ’em out quick I used to trap out the garage Used to get ’em by the bail 100 packs, I ain’t even need a scale I used to trap out the garage Hustle man get the work, hustle man get the cash Take a brick and make it skrt, that’s the fork hittin’ gla** Used to order from the plug, hop out in a mask Put it all in a bag I used to trap out the garage Yo soy el que sale a la esquina [?] manteca [?] No soy el que tiene receta pero te cocina Tu sabe’ lo’ ciego no miran Cadena que miran, que brillan Tu sabe’ nosotro’ no tenemo’ tiempo pa’ pagar taquilla Tu sabe’ que traigo la niña Si explota te estalla bocinas Tu jefa se pone pa’ mí Me gusta pa’ tí La mando a la esquina La mando a la esquina Que traiga los [?] Que pague la cuenta Que [?] domina El rey de la esquina Mira I used to trap out the garage Talkin’ ounces, had bricks Mr. Get ’em in and move ’em out quick I used to trap out the garage Used to get ’em by the bail 100 packs, I ain’t even need a scale I used to trap out the garage Hustle man get the work, hustle man get the cash Take a brick and make it skrt, that’s the fork hittin’ gla** Used to order from the plug, hop out in a mask Put it all in a bag I used to trap out the garage Sorry n***a, I don’t speak much, when it’s beef, n***as get touched My young n***as shootin’ sh** Curry but they more like Horry in the clutch It all started with a quarter, turned that to a Porsche now them Lamb’ doors are up Kinda hard to find a room in the crib like a fortress and them Xans catching up Used to trap out the garage, sell packs to the stars Was the man with the Act’ and a plug for the bars Had the MDMA ‘fore they knew what it was Man they k** ’em off of X, I’m a one stop plug Young legend with the mud Outlet and the plug So when they ask me how I got it I used to trap out the garage Talkin’ ounces, had bricks Mr. Get ’em in and move ’em out quick I used to trap out the garage Used to get ’em by the bail 100 packs, I ain’t even need a scale I used to trap out the garage Hustle man get the work, hustle man get the cash Take a brick and make it skrt, that’s the fork hittin’ gla** Used to order from the plug, hop out in a mask Put it all in a bag I used to trap out the garage