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 aint 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 Ima trade ya
I wont waste none of your time or mine Id rather chase some paper
Trappin too hard in the hood Im 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 wont 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 whos that
Its the Cooter
Grab the fork and twerk it twist it twirl it like some noodles
Im 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

Its a celebration b***h another trapper mania
My ho jealous bruh I think my plug even hatin
Im tired of n***as f**kin up then cryin cause they cant pay me
They dont know who did it but the n***a family still hate me
You cant 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 Im somethin like a magician
I dropped the top Im chillin now my car aint got no ceiling
Dont put your hands on Guwop or your limbs wont have no feeling

CEO bout business it been blushin bout this pendant
And you cant work the brown unless you gon stand on the business
I cant take you serious its 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 Im rockin with the clan
And I cant do no dancin all this money in my pants
Gucci Mane：
Ha