Artist: Doe B Album: Baby Jesus (Mixtape) Song: Trap Muzik Typed by: AZ Lyrics I was 12 years old, trapping out mama house Sell them 50 for a O, 900 for a pound This that Trap Muzik, nigga This that Trap Muzik, nigga We was posted on the corner, standing with that llama out Ready to show a pussy nigga what that drama about This that Trap Muzik, nigga This that Trap Muzik, nigga I had whole pound fair back when I was 13 My country boy was getting them bitches for me dirty cheap This that Trap Muzik, nigga This that Trap Muzik, nigga I'm talkin parking lot action, stunting at the front street Cause it's prime down on 4, flexing hard with lil fee This that Trap Muzik, nigga This that Trap Muzik, nigga Way before these niggas even started talking bout finessing Bitch I was on the team tricking niggas for lil nicks This that Trap Muzik, nigga This that Trap Muzik, nigga Way back I wouldn't give my hand, had that bitch going H.A.M Prefer to hit the town, 50 dollar for a ground This that Trap Muzik, nigga This that Trap Muzik, nigga Back when me and Lil Goony used to be in Buckingham Talking razorblade action, selling never 100 slams This that Trap Muzik, nigga This that Trap Muzik, nigga Thousand dollar dice games, bet a 100, shoot a 100 At the same time those swinging cellphones jumping This that Trap Muzik, nigga This that Trap Muzik, nigga In a way we were straight, what if they're blowing money? Paint wet, motor runnin, Ace on the Porsche cutless This that Trap Muzik, nigga This that Trap Muzik, nigga I remember back when [?] was on [?] Rest in peace to Chevy D, one time for Willy Park This that Trap Muzik, nigga This that Trap Muzik, nigga I done seen Lil Daddy do some numbers on that south And a nigga still at it, my little nigga J got out This that Trap Muzik, nigga This that Trap Muzik, nigga Circle came straight, that bitch still doing numbers And we got what you need, lil G just here, pull up on 'em This that Trap Muzik, nigga This that Trap Muzik, nigga 300 stacked fat, 3-6 figure Z I'm a get money off of rap when your car on that heat Nigga, that's Trap Muzik, nigga This that Trap Muzik, nigga Tell 'em free my nigga Tito, boy you took one for the team When your car home I got ya and I put that shit on it This that Trap Muzik, nigga This that Trap Muzik, nigga Told my man "easy, take it easy, best believe God got ya" And motherfuck the feds, tell them bitches free my uncle This that Trap Muzik, nigga This that Trap Muzik, nigga So hop out, we'll go get them out the street, waitin out for metal For what them niggas talkin? Homie you a real nigga This that Trap Muzik, nigga This that Trap Muzik, nigga