TrapMania (feat. Gucci Mane & Cootie)

Gucci Mane：
Tay Keith

1017

So Icey Boys

That boy Fizzle

BiC Fizzle：
870 trench baby you know the struggle raised me
Being broke ain't turned me down that s**t just got me motivated
I breathe loud got on my s**t and put my foot on all my haters
Money stackin' up in layers look like I play for the Lakers
We gon' f**k from 9 to 5 like this your job or I'ma trade ya
I won't waste none of your time or mine I'd rather chase some paper
Trappin' too hard in the hood I'm gettin' complaints from all the neighbors
Like That young n***a too hot out here he got so many flavors
I worked hard for what I got so I won't let no n***a take it
Water mix with my Phantom pot it got me movin' like the matrix
Know this s**t 1K 4L see we got millions on the table
223 find our traces cross that line and Fizzle face it

Cootie：
Shh who's that
It's the Cooter
Grab the fork and twerk it twist it twirl it like some noodles
I'm a big dog f**k I look like runnin' with some poodles
You might think this was a poolhall just look at all these shooters

It's a celebration b***h another trapper mania
My ho jealous bruh I think my plug even hatin'
I'm tired of n***as f**kin' up then cryin' 'cause they can't pay me
They don't know who did it but the n***a family still hate me
You can't tell us nothin' b***h you see we made it out them trenches
In the game ballin' hard b***h we finally off them benches
The caption read We winnin' with the trophy on the ending
My girl jealous said the Glock get more attention than extended
Gucci Mane：
I can show you how to flip a fifty to a million
I got the Midas touch they say I'm somethin' like a magician
I dropped the top I'm chillin' now my car ain't got no ceiling
Don't put your hands on Guwop or your limbs won't have no feeling

CEO 'bout business it been blushin' 'bout this pendant
And you can't work the brown unless you gon' stand on the business
I can't take you serious it's all fiction in your lyrics
Your rap so f**kin' cap not even your partner wanna hear it
Straight from Arkansas just gave these young n***as a chance
And how you call them country when my young n***as got bands
We ballin' in Miami yeah I'm rockin' with the clan
And I can't do no dancin' all this money in my pants
Gucci Mane：
Ha