Cam'ron, Gucci Mane, OJ da Juiceman - Make Da Trap Say Aye (Remix) lyrics
Gucci Mane [Radric Delantic Davis] Bessemer, Alabama, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Cam'ron, Gucci Mane, OJ da Juiceman - Make Da Trap Say Aye Remix lyrics]
Aye! Aye! Ok! Ok!
Juicy! Gucci!
Zaytoven, zaytiggi, So Icey Entertainment
Quarter-brick, half a brick
Whole brick, aye!
Quarter-pound, half a pound
Whole pound, ok!
100 pills, 1000 pills, serving major weight
Juiceman and Gucci Mane make
The trap: "Aye! "
I'm booming, I'm bunking
I'm serving all the babies
Rap game easy but the dope game gravy
Young Juice man and my life
Is like the J.Kidd
With stupid fruity crazy swag
Jumping on your lady
Banana donk Chevy interior like the Lakers
LeBron James wrist when I'm
Fuckin' with the capers
Hit the trap, stay down, watch the paper
Rake up
Booming out the house and J
Asking for a waiter
Half a brick, whole brick
Got me buying Jacobs
Bourbon shoes
Walking in the head of the gators
Quarter-brick, half a brick
Whole brick, aye!
Quarter-pound, half a pound
Whole pound, ok!
100 pills, 1000 pills, serving major weight
Juiceman and Gucci Mane make
The trap: "Aye! "
What up OJ! Harlem came down to the South
This right up my alley tho
Quarter bricks, half bricks, whole bricks
What up Gucci? What up Juiceman?
This Louis belt cost 2 grand
Sell a quarter key by the newsstand
"Sniff that shit, feel like a new man"
Dome in the meatloaf
Chrome where the seat go
Bricks hammers and shovels: yeah
I'm Home Depot
Home invasion, get your home repoed
"Hasta la vista! " Adios, finito
Clicko, X pills, got them for cheap, yo
All y'all are chochas
You could suck my picho!
Got the shotty strapped, blow your body back
Sold 2 birds, spent that in Body Tap
Bottle one hand, other one, pistol gripped
Don't gotta shoot it: leave
Your ass pistol-whipped
Want 10 birds? Meet me
Where the car's parked
My spot: Wal-Mart parking lot
Packing a truck, stop, a trailer back in
We big, flip jugs
We tote it off the forklift
The way my Blood kick you'd think
He had a black belt
My scale so Big, Boy can weight his damn self
2000 pounds of mid
I sold that shit my damn self
Washer full of cash, dryer full of X pills
Red rag in my pocket same color my 'Vette is
My number lower than a ése from Texas
A quarter mil' in the mail is an investment
A sniper rifle like a soldier in the desert
An Eagle on me, boy
I'm known to tote a desert
I sacked an ounce up before I sold a record
He want a sack I told him
"meet me by the Checker's"
I sacked a pound up before I sold a record
He want a brick I told him
"meet me by the Checker's"
Juicy! Gucci!
Zaytoven, zaytiggi, So Icey Entertainment
Quarter-brick, half a brick
Whole brick, aye!
Quarter-pound, half a pound
Whole pound, ok!
100 pills, 1000 pills, serving major weight
Juiceman and Gucci Mane make
The trap: "Aye! "
I'm booming, I'm bunking
I'm serving all the babies
Rap game easy but the dope game gravy
Young Juice man and my life
Is like the J.Kidd
With stupid fruity crazy swag
Jumping on your lady
Banana donk Chevy interior like the Lakers
LeBron James wrist when I'm
Fuckin' with the capers
Hit the trap, stay down, watch the paper
Rake up
Booming out the house and J
Asking for a waiter
Half a brick, whole brick
Got me buying Jacobs
Bourbon shoes
Walking in the head of the gators
Quarter-brick, half a brick
Whole brick, aye!
Quarter-pound, half a pound
Whole pound, ok!
100 pills, 1000 pills, serving major weight
Juiceman and Gucci Mane make
The trap: "Aye! "
What up OJ! Harlem came down to the South
This right up my alley tho
Quarter bricks, half bricks, whole bricks
What up Gucci? What up Juiceman?
This Louis belt cost 2 grand
Sell a quarter key by the newsstand
"Sniff that shit, feel like a new man"
Dome in the meatloaf
Chrome where the seat go
Bricks hammers and shovels: yeah
I'm Home Depot
Home invasion, get your home repoed
"Hasta la vista! " Adios, finito
Clicko, X pills, got them for cheap, yo
All y'all are chochas
You could suck my picho!
Got the shotty strapped, blow your body back
Sold 2 birds, spent that in Body Tap
Bottle one hand, other one, pistol gripped
Don't gotta shoot it: leave
Your ass pistol-whipped
Want 10 birds? Meet me
Where the car's parked
My spot: Wal-Mart parking lot
Packing a truck, stop, a trailer back in
We big, flip jugs
We tote it off the forklift
The way my Blood kick you'd think
He had a black belt
My scale so Big, Boy can weight his damn self
2000 pounds of mid
I sold that shit my damn self
Washer full of cash, dryer full of X pills
Red rag in my pocket same color my 'Vette is
My number lower than a ése from Texas
A quarter mil' in the mail is an investment
A sniper rifle like a soldier in the desert
An Eagle on me, boy
I'm known to tote a desert
I sacked an ounce up before I sold a record
He want a sack I told him
"meet me by the Checker's"
I sacked a pound up before I sold a record
He want a brick I told him
"meet me by the Checker's"