Trap Boomin - Gucci Mane feat Rick Ross

[Intro]
My trap beating harder than a bass drum(x3)

[Verse 1:]
These b_tches eating pills like they jolly ranchers
She took a pill then turned into a belly dancer
I'm cooking up this dope with 2 f_cking bowls
I need an extra hand, I needs 3 extra stoves
I can make you dance, do an avalanche
It's your final chance, get your wedding bands
I keep that white girl like a white man
East Atlanta zone 6 you in trap land
My money got a vert, my sh_t jump out the gym
B_tches damn near break their neck, just too look at him
She don't really like me but she love my rims
Yellow Lamborghini same color my b_tter Tims
[Hook:]
My trap boomin' hard, b_tch I swear to God
My trap boomin' hard, b_tch I swear to God
My trap boomin' harder than your trap boom
My goons countin' money in the living room
My trap boomin' hard, b_tch I swear to God
My trap boomin' hard, b_tch I swear to God
My trap boomin' harder than your trap boom
My goons countin' money in the living room

[Verse 2:Rick Ross]
AR's and choppers ain't no ho n_ggas gonna stop us
Yo ol lady so proper look at that p_ssy she poppin
I pull out the Rolls and make that top go to droppin
When I pull out my money
Even these ho n_ggas watchin
When I hit a lick it I bought a wingstop (Twenty of em)
I sprinkle lemon pepper in that re-rock
I took my time I had to build a fortress
Straight flossin and my closet look like Walter's
Step out the Benz, I got my Gucci skully on
Shout out my N_gga Gucci, know it money long
Got my bond money, I got my lawyer fee
Shout out the Brick Squad, my shoes are quarter key

[Hook:]
My trap boomin' hard, b_tch I swear to God
My trap boomin' hard, b_tch I swear to God
My trap boomin' harder than your trap boom
My goons countin' money in the living room
My trap boomin' hard, b_tch I swear to God
My trap boomin' hard, b_tch I swear to God
My trap boomin' harder than your trap boom
My goons countin' money in the living room

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