TrapMania (feat. Gucci Mane & Cootie) E

Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up! 1017. So watch it, boys. That boy Philza. 870 Trench Baby, you know the struggle raised me. Being broke ain't turn me down, that shit just Got me motivated. I realized, got on my shit and put my Foot on all my haters. Money stackin' up in layers, look like I play For the Lakers. We gon' fuck from nine to Five 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 nigga too hot out here, he Got so many flavors." I work hard for what I got, so I Won't let no nigga take it. Walked me with my Fanta pop, it got me Movin' like the Matrix. Know this shit 1K for real, see we got Millions on the table. Two-two-three find our traces, cross that line and Philza face ya. Shh, what's that? It's the Cuda. Grab the fork and twerk it, Twist it, twirl it like some noodles. I'm a big dog, fuck I look like runnin' With some poodle? You might think this was a Pool hall, just look at all these shooters. It's a celebration, bitch, another trapper made it. My hoes jealous, bruh, I think my plug even Hate it. I'm tired of niggas fuckin' up, Then cry 'cause they can't pay me. They don't know who did it, but the nigga Family still hate me. You can't tell us nothin', bitch, you see we Made it out them trenches. In the game ballin' hard, bitch, we finally off Them benches. The caption, "We-we winnin'" with the Trophy on the endin'. My girl jealous, say the Glock get more attention than extensions. 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 drop the top, I'm chillin' now, my car Ain't got no ceilin'. Don't put your hands on Guwop or your lips won't have no feelin'. CEO 'bout business, it been bloodshed 'bout this Pendant. And you can't rep the brand unless you Gon' stand on the business. I can't take you serious, it's all fiction in Your lyrics. Your rap so fuckin' cap, not even Your partner wanna hear it. Straight from Arkansas, just gave these young niggas A chance. And how you call them country when My young niggas 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. Uh.