Bun B - Traphandz lyrics

[Intro] Trap hands, trap hands, yes [Chorus] Trap hands, hallelujah I run this sh**, Rick The Ruler I'm gettin' b**hes, stackin' mula Trap hands, hallelujah Trap hands, hallelujah I run this sh**, Rick The Ruler I'm gettin' b**hes, stackin' mula Trap hands, hallelujah Trap hands, hallelujah I run this sh**, Rick The Ruler I'm gettin' b**hes, stackin' mula Trap hands, hallelujah [Verse 1: Bun B] What's up my G? You must be new up in the trap So let me tell you how they do up in the trap They rep the south and bang that Screw up in the trap And they gon' sip more than a mothaf**in' two up in the trap You see them boys is comin' down up in the trap They poppin' trunk, bangin' surround up in the trap They got them bricks and got them pounds up in the trap Don't f** around because them boys'll lay you down up in the trap You see I'm from the trap, and I done done the trap And boy when I was in the trap I used to run the trap And just 'cause you from the hood don't mean you from the trap But if you are then put them trap hands up and thunder clap [Chorus] Trap hands, hallelujah I run this sh**, Rick The Ruler I'm gettin' b**hes, stackin' mula Trap hands, hallelujah Trap hands, hallelujah I run this sh**, Rick The Ruler I'm gettin' b**hes, stackin' mula Trap hands, hallelujah [Verse 2: Yo Gotti] I am! Everything I touch, it turn to gold Built my whole career in front of the stove Duckin' DA and FBI while I was sellin' O's Nothin' but mini choppers, Dracos and extendos at my shows (yeah) I'm a gangsta and I rap for gangstas, this that gangsta sh** Took my rap check, went and bought some bricks, that's that hustlin' sh** Yeah, that's that hustlin' sh**, yeah, you on some s**a sh** Yeah, they don't benefit, yeah, I can't f** with it I used to cook up in the trap, write my verses in the trap You get nervous in the trap 'cause you ain't 'bout it, they just cap f**in' b**hes in the trap, I'm from the trenches and the trap k**in' rats so all snitches come up missin' in the trap [Chorus] Trap hands, hallelujah I run this sh**, Rick The Ruler I'm gettin' b**hes, stackin' mula Trap hands, hallelujah Trap hands, hallelujah I run this sh**, Rick The Ruler I'm gettin' b**hes, stackin' mula Trap hands, hallelujah [Verse 3: 2 Chainz] What's up Bun? UGK for life 2 Chainz! I barely made the flight from here to Gangsta Paradise To rearview mirror pair of dice to Benihana extra rice I make them clap their hands when I fill up arenas Had a felony before the misdemeanor, make 'em kiss the ring-a (true) I had a handkerchief filled with dirty snot Had a dirty Glock, cowards k**ed my partna in the parkin' lot All they did was watch, them folks call the cops Yeah I'm from the trap, from the corner lot Mud in the soda pop Came up out the mud, I was 'posed to rot Then I switched it up, started snappin' like a photo op' Terminator, Robocop, elevate the muscle car Got a foreign broad just to match with the foreign car [Chorus] Trap hands, hallelujah I run this sh**, Rick The Ruler I'm gettin' b**hes, stackin' mula Trap hands, hallelujah Trap hands, hallelujah I run this sh**, Rick The Ruler I'm gettin' b**hes, stackin' mula Trap hands, hallelujah