Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Trap Back Jumpin , by - T.I.. Release date: 07.12.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Trap Back Jumpin |
| Hook: |
| It’s time to get trap back jumpin |
| Get shit and back poppin |
| Oh copin, oh I show this sucka nigga how it go |
| I show you how to move a lot of flow |
| Nigga say they loud but they lie |
| So it’s time to get trap back jumpin, |
| Get shit back poppin bitch |
| Hey who that say I got the shit |
| Hey bitch who you know I hide the dick, this is |
| I’ll show you how to do the shit |
| They tryin to getting bricks out of that bag |
| Put that scale back on the deck |
| Seat that vision we on the stole |
| Next to the bake saw the pirate |
| Drop that war out off that pilot |
| Let it boy love and get high |
| Then whippin good but your real life there there hide trip a little bit |
| You get may paper off of that yeah ayo |
| And jazzin bout of the bandano |
| Your bitch is fuck when I say so plus got hair plus of my pay roll |
| This bank get home where we don’t play |
| Violate me and this will be your day |
| Catch a nigga coming out of the DOA |
| Hit em with the chopper leave be your A |
| You can play with niggas not me okay? |
| The mother niggas sucker I’m a G okay? |
| See I can’t G I G okay? |
| Respect that shit and you will be okay |
| Let get it straight one cent for all |
| I run this shit ball none to y’all |
| And now I wanna y’all nigga picking to me |
| Can’t none of y’all take this city for me |
| Ten years off and I’m still tight |
| I have fast and they still like |
| You keep trap shit wehn I feel like |
| You dope boy know what a… lie |
| DeNiro our filos, big bank rows don’t see lows |
| Oozes makes zeros here we go |
| Hook: |
| It’s time to get trap back jumpin |
| Get shit and back poppin |
| Oh copin, oh I show this sucka nigga how it go |
| I show you how to move a lot of flow |
| Nigga say they loud but they lie |
| So it’s time to get trap back jumpin, |
| Get shit back poppin bitch |
| Hey who that say I got the shit |
| Hey bitch who you know I hide the dick, this is |
| I’ll show you how to do the shit |
| It’s time to put that work back in the stash box |
| But that real corn they slare |
| Hit that high way from bout five day they come back and get paid |
| Got head corners and whole thing Chevrolets and them go things |
| Got Rolex, you got Benzes then the solo for the cocaine |
| It’s cold game but it’s cool though |
| Work it gone and I move low, won’t sick on and it’s too low |
| You got twenty… yeah here you go |
| I got big whips so sick y’all and big sweets about six roll |
| Your shit had oh yeah bro, that shit drop won’t say much |
| Platinum all in my wall dough, crib big like a moll dough |
| I’m doing numbers like call all, plus more money I call you |
| My house worth your whole life, your condos my own ice |
| You niggas barely in first class I charge the G for… |
| Can’t tell me shit homie down here I’m good as it get homie |
| Ain’t nobody got shit homie, I’m a little nigga but I’m big homie |
| I’m big homie do big shit, you know work up I kick shit |
| Rap farm but don’t fork it then I’m back ferry got more brick |
| It’s time to get them pre-pay and them metro |
| Get activated talk in cold, open here we got big blow |
| Next dope pounds of that petro |
| We getting dough off anything, got activism if you sippin lean |
| I’m scritch pears and Moly even got hair run if you bout it |
| Shawty my shut open the all night, got blossed the whole white |
| Don’t like me that’s alright, come fight me yeah nigga yeah right |
| And nigga getting wrong and getting dare right |
| We get asshole them, all about my cat flow, |
| Your new bitch with my last hoe, |
| I got six list in my main box, six pack under my tape top |
| I got a snoot know to get six shots |
| Nigga try me I think not, my tempo bad I might blink out |
| Bust a nigga before can’t even think about |
| What I got to lose if he bust a move |
| Well I got to do what I got to do |
| Try rollin, poppin always selling something |
| You got it if you want it and whatever for the money |
| All my grind ain’t lie, for the Prada from a dmie up |
| They know what I find at, do you know what the time for |