T.I. - Trap Back Jumping lyrics

[Produced by DJ Toomp] [Hook] It's time to get trap back jumping Get sh** and back popping, ho I show these s**a n***as how it go I show you how to move a lot of blow n***a say they live but they lying So it's time to get trap back jumping Get sh** back popping, b**h Hey, now who done say I'm not the sh** Hey, n***a who you know that's hot as this Seriously, I'll show you how to do the sh** [Verse 1] It's time to getting bricks out of that bag Put that scale back on the desk Set that vision wear on the stove Next to that bakin' soda & pyrex Drop that water out off that pot Let it boil up and get high Then whip it good with your wrist like that Thats how you triple every brick you get Made paper off of that yayo Ask Jason 'bout me, bet they know Your b**h'll f** when I say so Plus got head busta's on my payroll This Bankhead, homeboy, we don't play Violate me and this will be your day Catch a n***a coming out of the DOA Hit 'em with the chopper leave 'em DOA You can play with n***as, not me, okay? Them other n***as s**ers, I'm a G, okay? T.I. K.I.N.G., okay? Just respect that sh** and you will be okay Let's get this sh** straight once and for all I run this sh**, bar none of y'all And nan one of y'all n***as bigger than me Can't none of y'all take this city from me Take years off and i'm still tight I half a** and they still like it You keep trap sh** when I feel like Them dope boys know what I live like Dineros off kilos, big bank rolls don't see lows Of oz's makes zeros, here we go [Hook] [Verse 2] It's time to put that work back in the stash box Put that rent-a-car on that slab Hit that highway from bout five day then come back and get cash Got halves, quarters and whole things Chevrolets and them gold things Got Rolex, got Benzes, and it's all off of that c**aine It's cold game but it's cool though Work get gone and I move blow Won't sit on it, it's too low You got twenty-one, well, here you go I got big whips so sick y'all And big suites, about six broads Your sh** hot, oh yeah bro, that sh** drop won't sell much Platinum all in my wall dawg, crib big it like a mall dawg I'm doing numbers like call logs Lil small money, I call y'all My house worth your whole life, your condo's my old ice You n***as barely in first cla**, I charter G4 flights Can't tell me sh**, homie Down here I'm good as it get, homie Ain't nobody got sh** on me I'm a little n***a, but I'm big homie I'm big homie , do big sh** No World Cup, I kick sh** Ride foreign, but don't forget I'm back trapping, got more bricks [Hook] [Verse 3] It's time to get them pre-paids and them metros Back activated, talk in code Over here we got big blow Next do' pounds uh that petro We get dough off anything Got Actavis if you sipping lean Prescription pills and Molly Even got Heroin if you 'bout it Shawty my shop open up all night Got blocks stacked up all white Don't like me, that's alright Come fight me, n***a, yeah right And n***a get wrong and getting dead right Get your a**, ho Get embarra**ed, ho All about my cash flow Your new b**h was my last ho I got six s*uts in my Maybach Sixpack under my tanktop I got a snub nose that hold six shots n***a try me, I think not My temper bad, I might blank out Bust a n***a before I can even think about What I got to lose if he bust a move Well, I got to do what I got to do Trap rolling, bumping, always selling something You got it if you want it and whatever for the money On my grind, they in line for the product from the dime up They know where to find him, do you know what it time for [Hook]