DJ Montay - Trap Talk lyrics

[Verse 1:] Started out with blood money 50k in d** on me Drop chevy put thugs on me Just pulled up in the club homey We just put my thugs on it Home boy getting his mug on Hey I wanna get my buzz on f** around Ill put my gloves on Say no robbin' how I eat B.c 32 thats my street Brick Squad runners ten million deep I'm trying to sell ten billion ki's f** what a b**h boy say to me AK n AR stay with' me Mac 99 not far away my dogs don't even play with me In my apartment 80 a piece Stack a piece 80 g's Old school donk parked right out front Off set shots 73 You say he's a trapper please I hang around with a gang of thieves They prolly charge 200g's then sell your a** a sack a' leaves Gucci mane f** up the sound Dead drunk like my uncle Touch my brother, duke, and I'll co*k and shoot or cut your throat Gucci mane f** up the sound Dead drunk like my uncle Touch my brother, duke, and I'll co*k and shoot or cut your throat [Hook:] My cookers made a 50 pack I ran straight threw it My numbers in my blow spot my trap house boomin' (Scur) Talkin' trap talk (scur, scur) b**h I bet up with me talkin' trap talk (scur, scur) I'm still in my trap house aka my blow spot Got some many chops and Glock no need to keep the door locked I'm talkin' trap talk You chop it up with me talkin' trap talk [Verse 2:] 55 white bricks fronted to me 23 thou' 5'hunit a piece .357 sit on top of the seats Plus a AR-15 ain't far from my reach Got a house on flat Shoals sell nothin' but dro Apartment on the crest were I get all the blow Went from pan to performing a show Now a 26 a shocks sit up unda the rows A n***a thing he playin with me betta play with his noise Put a hole in his chest bout the size of a commode I got a j that swing my door n I pay him in dope I got cutters on my team that snort, n' I pay them in coke I got cookers on my team that snort and I pay them in coke [Hook:] My cookers made a 50 pack I ran straight threw it Doing numbers in my blow spot my trap house booming talkin' trap talk b**h I bet up with me talkin' trap talk Im still in my trap house aka my blow spot Got some many chops and Glock no need to keep the door locked Im talkin' trap talk You chop it up with me talkin' trap talk [Verse 3:] Theres not no one in the game with more swagger than this I can score with any ho with just the flick of my wrist Diamonds sittin' on my finger cost ten brick of the snif For this matchin' cartiers 20 bags of the pills You can talk n say your sick but I ain't goin' legit Try n' think of the newest murder gonna drop him again Flow hotter than running water Tattoo'ed up like travis barker More swag than your baby father Wrist colder than northern border Lang gonna get you life in order Squares don't get no liking on Half my goons are thankin' slaughter f** around find you stankin' partner These diamonds In this b**h look like newvo on my fist This sh**s with a twist so I keep a new b**h on my dick [Hook:] My cookers made a 50 pack I ran straight threw it Doing numbers in my blow spot my trap house booming talkin' trap talk b**h I bet up with me talkin' trap talk I'm still in my trap house aka my blow spot Got some many chops and Glock no need to keep the door locked I'm talkin' trap talk You chop it up with me talkin' trap talk It's Gucci.....!.....