This a trap
This ain't no album
This ain't no game
This a trap
(Trap muzik)

This ain't no album
This ain't no game
This a trap
(Trap muzik)

This ain't no album
This ain't no game
This a trap
(Trap muzik)

This ain't no album
This ain't no game
This a trap
(Trap muzik)

This ain't no album
This ain't no game
Nigga, this a trap
(Trap muzik)

This ain't no album
This ain't no game
This a trap
(Trap muzik)

This ain't no album
This ain't no game
This a trap
(Trap muzik)

Welcome back to the trap
Niggas back in the trap
Wit' another heavy Chevy
Big dope boys and trap

All you rap niggas role out
I trap when it's cold out
Whack niggas flyin'
But I stay down to I'm sold out

'Cause down a hundred ground
Like a rapping in a dope house
Man wherever I be
The feds got me scoped out

Mother fucker let my nuts hang
Block out the duc canes
Cook it to it bubbles
Double fast as a mustang

I know you think you fuck man
But little showty tuff man
Been a long time
Since a nigga from Atlanta
Spit this nuts game

Thats a very few of real niggas
So how could they give nigga
The feelin' that a real nigga
Would get around a real nigga

All they do is still niggas ideas
And rhythm wit' 'em
Holla sumthin' similar
Talking 'bout the hood
Like they hung in 'em

I got a million rhythms
Want 'em come get 'em
What bitch you pussy nigga
I'm just havin' fun wit' 'em

This a trap
This ain't no album
This ain't no game
This a trap
(Trap muzik)

This ain't no album
This ain't no game
This a trap
(Trap muzik)

This ain't no album
This ain't no game
This a trap
(Trap muzik)

This ain't no album
This ain't no game
This a trap
(Trap muzik)

This ain't no album
This ain't no game
Nigga, this a trap
(Trap muzik)

This ain't no album
This ain't no game
This a trap
(Trap muzik)

This ain't no album
This ain't no game
This a trap
(Trap muzik)

Still telling niggas
I ain't wholing, I ain't crolling
When the 12 hit the corner
I ain't brolling, I ain't rolling

Keep the coat stretch out
Like Carl Louis Hamstring
Stepped on like I'm working
With the damn thing

Drible baby ain't seen
What I do to a ounce of doe
A whip man on my pager
Like I pay you folks to whip some more

I'm doper than the fluid cellar
I flip it all up by myself
I give my niggas recipes
So they can turn to sumthin' else

They love to work
That's why I keep 'em comin'
Like conlasions plate
We flip the cake

We move this shit from Georgia
Baby state to state
Attemadate, niggas in the city
Who've been moving weight

Nobody loosing weight, they fuck with us
'Cause you've been known to hate

Demonstrate the way we turned the trout
Out in '98, started out in '95
Started out with nicks and dimes
Niggas you done lost your mind

Thinking you could set up shop
Pimpin' I respect the game
Let's take this to another block

This is trap
This ain't no album
This ain't no game
This a trap
(Trap muzik)

This ain't no album
This ain't no game
This a trap
(Trap muzik)

This ain't no album
This ain't no game
This a trap
(Trap muzik)

This ain't no album
This ain't no game
This a trap
(Trap muzik)

This ain't no album
This ain't no game
Nigga, this a trap
(Trap muzik)

This ain't no album
This ain't no game
This a trap
(Trap muzik)

This ain't no album
This ain't no game
This a trap
(Trap muzik)

Pimp squad
Showty still in the trap
When I spot a scene hot
With the man name Jon
And the collard green pot

On a lot of straight hen
And a lot of green pot
Compaction in a range
Like he gotta be stop

Well maybe I will be
But probably not
Oh, what the blood cloak
You try to knock em out and he sock

Listen to me I'm serious
Thinkin' how did he not
End up way up
On the top of Detroit

If come where I was
You gotta be pop
And if you really want to pop
And I rather be dropped

Listen pops
Want to know a little more about rap
First rule this is real
It ain't just a record deal
It's a trap
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Trap Muzik (Featuring Mac Boney) (Explicit Album Version) Lyrics

T.I. – Trap Muzik (Featuring Mac Boney) (Explicit Album Version) Lyrics