Trap Boom lyrics

[Intro/Hook]
I make the trap, boom boom, I make the trap, boom boom
I make the trap, boom boom, I make the trap, boom boom
I got soft, I got hard, I got pills, I got bars
I got soft, I got hard, I got pills, I got bars
I make the trap, boom boom, I make the trap, boom boom
I make the trap, boom boom, I make the trap, boom boom
I got soft, I got hard, I got pills, I got bars
I got soft, I got hard, I got pills, I got bars

[Verse 1: Project Pat]
Rocks under my balls, pistol in my drawers
A bird of blow on the table break quarters and halves off
For those who comin' through this ain't Casino but I'm your dealer
Tony Montana, chill like Al Pacino in Scarface n*gga
The jack boys talk a lot of noise but on the realla
Got killers posted up, dope ends up in a trigger
Heroin is so intense, the syrup going by the ounce
Put money in my hands, cop your goods, and then you bounce

[Verse 2: DJ Paul]
See I ain't the n*gga that was up at five o'clock to sell no rocks
I'm the n*gga that was out at midnight to drop off a block
In a tinted-out Maxima, they low-key and quick
Snowin out the do' with a Glock and a trunk full of bricks
I make the track boom boom without even touchin' it
As for my Blackhaven zoners, I’m just supplying it
I went to Key West and picked it up, back in Memphis broke it up
Call my n*gga in, get our Crist', then we split it up
[Hook]
I make the trap, boom boom, I make the trap, boom boom
I make the trap, boom boom, I make the trap, boom boom
I got soft, I got hard, I got pills, I got bars
I got soft, I got hard, I got pills, I got bars
I make the trap, boom boom, I make the trap, boom boom
I make the trap, boom boom, I make the trap, boom boom
I got soft, I got hard, I got pills, I got bars
I got soft, I got hard, I got pills, I got bars

[Verse 3: Juicy J]
His dope sales are up, a n*gga feelin' bellish
His pockets swellin', 'cause e'rything he's sellin'
The heat is on the street, my n*ggas gettin' jealous
The chopper's on the seat to cut you up like relish
The hood ain't changed, got these n*ggas still tellin'
To lock this n*gga up a two-time felon
This boy ain't bullsh*ttin, he'll kick in doors and kill 'em
And hide them bodies good that you can't even smell 'em
He n*ggarish and ignorant so f*ck who in your crib
This gangster life he livin' it, so f*ck your wife and kids
These janky n*ggas on the town I hope they know the biz
To all you federal tattletales, swap out where you live

[Hook]
I make the trap, boom boom, I make the trap, boom boom
I make the trap, boom boom, I make the trap, boom boom
I got soft, I got hard, I got pills, I got bars
I got soft, I got hard, I got pills, I got bars
I make the trap, boom boom, I make the trap, boom boom
I make the trap, boom boom, I make the trap, boom boom
I got soft, I got hard, I got pills, I got bars
I got soft, I got hard, I got pills, I got bars
[Outro]
You know, the worst part about sellin' dope is 80% of black people in jail
Because of drugs, domestic violence and murder
So you should think about that
Get your life together my n*gga