Artist: Gucci Mane Album: The Appeal: Georgia's Most Wanted Song: Trap Talk Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash {*police sirens*} [Intro] Yuh, yuh {*echoes*} Mic check, yuh Gucci~! Okay.. [Gucci Mane] Started out with blood money, fifty K in drugs on me Trap hitter{?} put thugs on me, just pulled out the club homey Weed laced put my thugs on it, homeboy gettin his mug on Hey I wanna get my buzz on, fuck around I'ma put my gloves on Steady dough robbin how I eat, BC 32 that's my street Brick Squad runners 10 million deep, I'm tryin to sell 10 billion ki' Fuck what a bitch boy say to me, AK -A I stay with me Mac 90 not far away, my dogs dont even play with me (damn~!) In my apartment 80 P's, stack a piece, 80 G's Old school dumper right out front, off set shocks, '73 Heo say he's a trapper please, I hang around a gang of thieves They probably charge 200 G's then sell yo' ass a sack of leaves (damn~!) Gucci Mane fuck up the sound, dead drunk like my uncle Touch my, brother Duke and I'll cock and shoot or I'll cut your throat (Wowww!) Gucci Mane fuck up the sound, dead drunk like my uncle go Fuck around, touch my brother Duke And I'll cock and shoot or I'll cut your throat [Chorus] My cookers made a fifty pack I ran straight through it Got numbers in my blow spot my trap house boomin Talkin trap talk (trap talk) you chop it up with me The trap talk (trap talk) I'm still in my trap house, a/k/a my blow spot So some many chops and Glocks chocked, no need to keep that do' locked Talkin trap talk (trap talk) you chop it up with me The trap talk (trap talk [Gucci Mane] (It's Gucci~!) Fifty-five white bricks fronted to me Twenty-three thou', five hundred a piece (wow) Three-five-seven sittin on top of the seat Plus an AR-15 ain't far from my reach Got a house on Flat Shoal, sell nothin but 'dro Apartment on the Crest where I get out the blow Went from pan to perform to eighty a show Now it's 26 a shockin, sittin up under the Rolls A nigga think of playin with me better play with his nose A put a hole in his chest 'bout the size of commode I got a J that swing my do', and I pay him in dope I got cookers on my team that snort, I pay 'em in coke [Chorus] [Gucci Mane] There's not an emcee in the game with more swagger than this Cause I can score with any whore with just a flick of my wrist Diamonds sittin here on my finger cost ten bricks of the sniff Flood this matchin Cartier, twenty bags of the pill You can talk until you're sick but I ain't goin legit Tryin to thank of the newest murder drop I'ma get (Gucci!) Flow harder than runnin water, tattooed up like Travis Barker Mo' swag than your baby father, wrist cold as the Northern border Lang gon' get yo' life in order, squares don't get no likin order Have my goons out back in slaughter, fuck around find you stankin partner Pink diamonds in this bitch it look like Nuvo on my fist Sippin soda water twist so I keep a new bitch on my dick (Gucci!) [Chorus] [Outro] It's Gucci!! {*sirens*} Skirt, skirt